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So the idea for this story just popped randomly into my head. I'm not quite sure where it's headed yet, so bear with me, guys!
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That's what got me through
Saying the eulogy, that killed me. Not just because public speaking scares me, but because I had to talk to these people, who could never understand, and watch as they pretended they did. I wanted to scream at them, throw things, weep like a crazy person. My Mum knew this, and just before I got up, she said, â€œDo it for him, Beck. Do it for you little brother.â€
And thatâ€™s what got me through
On my first day back at school, I swear the guidance counsellor's assistant was just waiting for me to step through those gates. Tucking a bejewelled hand under my arm, she guided me up the stairs, clucking like a demented hen and saying "such a loss," in what I suppose she considered to be a soothing tone. It took all my willpower not to slap her across the face. "Now, sweetpea, Ms Thom just wants to have a little chat with you. About, theâ€¦.the incident." She beams at me, and I can't help but wonder if she's ever had to face anything more confronting than high schoolers not using their inside voices. I brush past her and sweep into Ms Thom's office, and before she can say anything, sit on one of the ridiculous multi-coloured beanbags that embellish the tiny room, grabbing a fistful of lollipops from the glass bowl. I unwrap one and pop it in my mouth. "So, can I help you?" I ask
Her plum coloured lips forms an O before she purses them.
"Rebecca. How nice to see you're back at school." She smiles at me, and I notice with annoyance that she is quite pretty and can't be much older than twenty five. Her outfit, however, is absurd. I mean, what person over the age of seven consciously chooses to wear black tights, a fluffy blue tutu, shiny purple Doc Martins and a cropped denim jacket over a black long sleeved shirt?
And her hair, I might add, is a pixie cut, dyed black. She wears too many bracelets to count and a silver nose stud, as well as multiple ear piercings.
Kill. Me. Now