don't get this
I'm hfteen! And in Year 10!
I don't have anything to worry about.
I should be thinking about the way Samantha keeps looking at me, nursing that crush she's had on me since primary school.
Or about Gabriella, who's so cool and seems interested. Or the Boland Fellowship, an award given out for academic excellence that everybody thinks I could win.
Or maybe I should think about my best friend Ash, the way he's sullen about his arguing parents sometimes, or how he bounces from one girlfriend to the next, or Riley, who's becoming a bigger and bigger troublemaker, although we don't know why.
This is high school.
Isn't it?
But when I wake up one night, terrified, it starts a journey of trying to find out what's wrong. I can't go to Mum and Dad. They wouldn't understand. So it's strange doctors, and scurrying around like everything's okay, while everything's coming apart.
I don't get this.
But I'm gonna try to work it out.