New Loves

St Jem's had never really been a civilised school. I knew that when I turned up for the new year and everyone was lighting up their farts or spray painting their army boots. I just liked watching the madness unfold.

I would miss my old best friend, Chaz who moved to Utah last year. I could almost hear his annoying high-pitched squeak in the air. The girls were hotter this year. There was a new group surrounding the cherry tree by the school sign. Brown hairs and blondes. Blue eyes and browns.

I could tell this was gonna be a good year.