The following takes place on Gladstone Road, 15:02.
“Yes, school’s finished! I’ll walk out this gate because it’s closer. Oh my gosh, there’s the boy’s high bus. They’re waiting for someone to cross, I could probably turn around and walk the other way. Oh, but they’ve already seen me, I better keep walking and not make eye contact. Shame.
Just keep walking, just keep walking. Ooh, theres someone I know – better say hi or I’ll look like a snob. Hi. Hmm, I must look weird, better check my pockets so I look like I’m doing something semi-important. Ooh, a dollar, dollar fifty, dollar seventy – two dollars! I must be off to the shop then. Jesus, this girl’s got her swag on, walk faster. Oh, shame, I have to overtake her. Ready. Aaaaand, overtake.
Phew, she didn’t look at me. Shop, shop, shoppity shop. Those one dollar cookies are just calling my name. Just grab one of those … and a packet of lollies so I don’t look cheap.” “That’s two dollars” “Here you go, thanks! Yumm, something sugary. I wont open it now, or I’ll look too eager. Umm, nah I’ll eat it now – I’m hungry. C’mon, where’s Mum.
My hair feels weird. I wanna check it, but I’ll look too vain. Ooh, here’s a shop. I’ll pretend to be interested in what’s in the store, but actually check out my hair in the window. Oh, shame. Too much people in there, maybe the next shop. Ew, my fringe is clipped back funnily. Oh well, it’s windy and people can’t blame me.”
15:07
Aaaand, that’s pretty much what I was thinking.
