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Female | Teen | 5 to 10 minutes
EXTRACT: Bloody hate summer. It's the worst. Mozzies and bogans and fuckwits. Oh my. Crack a tinny and kill a few brain cells. Give me a break. Swelter through the days and fidget through the nights. Off of school. Not that I go much. Only one year left. One too many. It's that awkward period in early January. Christmas is done, no more presents, prawns or racist uncles, but nothing's actually started back up yet. Limbo. Three more weeks of this. Fuuuck. Spend my days by the creek, throwing rocks at ducks. Just to hear them quack...
Female | Teen | Under 3 minutes
Starts on page 33
EXTRACT: OK. Burn him. We take him into the field. We don't have a shovel, but Andy rips out a fencepost and uses the pointy end to scratch the ground into submission. Pit's not much deeper than a goldfish bowl before we stick him in there. His hair's matted with blood and dust. One of his eyes is open ever so slightly. Like he's looking at me. The flies have started buzzing around him. I feel sick, but I can't look away. I can't move. I can't breathe. I can't -