The summer weather that geared up so perfectly has gone into overdrive. The heat is intense. The air-con at the Academy can’t fight it and throws in the towel. Classes are almost unbearable: sweat pours off us, clothes are soaking, even the floor gets too slippery to dance on. Patrick resorts to ...
I thought no one could outdo Tara for torturous romantic entanglements, but here we are in the living room of the boarding house to prove that wrong. Sammy has assembled his ‘inner sanctum’ – Tara, Kat, Ben, Grace and myself to announce that he is ‘seeing’ Ollie, the second year who’s been coachi...
When the glorious day comes I demand the cake treatment in the morning. We’re outside the café on the wharf. Sammy is armed with a cream cake. I close my eyes waiting for the splat. Instead I hear a plop on the ground behind me. He’s missed completely. ‘I know,’ he concedes. ‘I throw like a girl....
CHAPTER 8NO RETURN Boris didn’t come back to class at all that day. The entire class was itching to find out what had happened to him, but they were stuck in English with Ms Brown. ‘Nothing special has happened,’ Ms Brown said. ‘There’s no need to get excited.’ They ignored her. Anastasia tossed ...
Far away from planets, other space stations and, more importantly, far away from any laws. Here, Professor Xanax was free to carry out any experiment he wanted. And the more extreme, the more horrible, the more painful the experiment, the more he loved it. He had never forgotten the joy of his fi...