I go to the bathroom and squeeze toothpaste onto the toothbrush and raise it to my mouth and move it up and down and think that there’s no point cleaning teeth that will soon be rotting in the ground. I swill my mouth and spit. I have no idea what to do, but before I listen to a man in a dream and leave my life, there are a couple of things I want to try. As the sun wakes, I let myself out of the house and set off for school. *** *** *** The gates are locked, so I decide to climb over them. What the hell; I’m feeling reckless. Ten minutes later, red in the face and shaken after almost falling twice, I stand at the edge of the track, staring into the distance and chewing the inside of my cheek. This is such a stupid idea. Am I really going to let a string of spooky dreams and nightmares rule my reality.
