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  1. Cover
  2. By the same author
  3. SUZY SUZY
  4. Copyright
  5. Contents
  6. Glossary of Dialect Terms
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  89. About William Wall
  90. An Invitation from the Publisher

Like nothing would put my dad off his food, even if it was irradiated by a nuclear explosion or if it was alive. My dad would eat a person if he needed to.

TURN OFF THE RADIO I HEARD ENOUGH ABOUT BONDAGE!

OK, Dad.

But I was soooo not wanting to turn it off. I would google it later.

Like I don’t know what happened to him during the night because as I said, nobody in my family told me anything. I was supposed to feel safe and secure because the house IS FULL OF FUCKING SECRETS. Jesus wept twice. It’s like we’re the fucking government except there’s no WikiLeaks. Or a secret society. A Regan NEVER TALKS.

That was the day that Serena picked to be nice to me. She sat beside me in English. She didn’t say anything but I knew she was doing something. Like there are five empty desks in English. Then when the bell went and Mr Drew went out she passed me a note. I didn’t see her writing during the class which means she wrote it Before. It was a piece from her A4 pad and it was folded in four. I looked at her. She didn’t look at me. She stared at the blackboard.

What’s this?

Just read it.

Why can’t you fucking tell me, you’re sitting right here?

She looked away.

So I unfolded the letter. It said: Hi Suzy.

I swear. It was Hi Suzy, like it was after arriving in the post. And it was signed Serena xx. At least she didn’t have her address and the date.

Hi Suzy,

I am so sorry. I have been a bitch. I don’t know what got in to me. You are still my best friend and I am so so sorry.

Yours sincerely,

Serena xx

I got one of my hot flushes. Why idk. I just coloured up. My face got hot and then my neck got hot and then I could feel it spreading down over my boobs. Inside my clothes I’m a neon sign that says FOR FUCK’S SAKE. I couldn’t believe it. Orla Power saw it and she stared at me. Then she looked at Serena. She said, This is like fucking lesbian central. She walked before I could think of anything to say.

That was your fault, I said to Serena.

I know.

I folded the letter again. I thought about giving it back to her. Then I unfolded it and read it again. Then I folded it again. Like I could origami for Ireland.

Like why didn’t you just say it? Like you’re sitting here beside me for the past fifty minutes?

She says: Please?

In that voice she can do. Like Princess Serena.

I’m like: OK, but no more fucking hate messages, OK?

Cool, she goes.

The she starts to pack her books. Just like that.