EXTRACT: When I wake up there’s something on my face.
I wonder if I’m still dreaming.
I hope I’m still dreaming because I’ve got no fucking clue what this shit
on my face is.
I’m not dreaming.
There’s these flecks of dry paint on my face.
I turn the light on.
I look at the ceiling.
There’s a gap in the paint.
It’s blue underneath. I hate blue.
I stare at the ceiling for a while. I try to imagine that the blue patch is
sky and that it’s a really nice day. It calms me for about half a
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EXTRACT: Instead of Maths we have a special assembly about not wearing our
hair to the side. They say it’s important for our ponytails to be tied in
the middle of our head.
I leave school through the back gate. We’re not supposed to use this
gate. I’m going to get in a lot of trouble for leaving school. I’m already
Because it’s a Tuesday I open the gate of number twenty-seven and I
walk around the back. They’ve got a dog there. I’ve taught it not to