Samantha
For the last eleven years, school started in September, the day after Labour Day. Starting in August seemed like such a cruel thing to do. Yet here I was, knowing that I had to get up at seven for the first time in two months. I should have been sleeping but my ears were filled with Ashleigh’s mother and her boyfriend’s voices. They’d been drinking, I could tell. They didn’t always make sense, but you couldn’t stop listening. The wall was like cardboard for on...