hmm.

i’m not at school because i have an appointment with oliver at half ten. i can’t wait, it’s going to be so fun. can you sense the sarcasm?


where are you grandad? tell me to cut the bullshit and get on with my life, because it’s the only one i’m going to get. laugh me out of myself with your tall stories of climbing down cliffs to hunt for seagull eggs. ask me if i can speak french and why i don’t have a boyfriend. show me the books you’ve written and tell me that i take after you; that i can become a writer. although you’ll always assure me that your literacy skills are far superior to mine.

and enigma boy?
he's not as clever as he likes to think, he's just ambitious with his arguing.
he's crap at dancing, yeah and he can't hold his drink.