Saturday. Sunny. Summer. Sunny Saturday summer. Perhaps the last hot days of the season. It was a long wait for today after a shit week at school. Breakfast. A towel, a book, sun glasses and my iPod. Deception and lies. "To the beach with my friends," I have no friends. They wouldn't understand me, I'm different. The sun still burns, I feel an intense heat on my face. The end of March in Sydney, Coogee. I'm lucky to live so close to the women's pool, just a short walk. My heart is racing, Oh, I hope so much that she is there. I lie on the rocks. Not many women in the pool today, too early in the morning or shopping. I know most of the regulars. She's one of them. I sit comfortably on the same rock I have sat on every weekend. She'll sit on the grass verge. She'll be here shortly. I put my earphones on and listen to Sinead O'Connor. I'll be seventeen next week.
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