Mon., Jan. 12
Everybody’s looking really bad at school. Claire, Adi, and me couldn’t
even be arsed to bitch about anyone. And that’s when you know it’s bad.
We had a totally weird assembly in the main hall. All the teachers were
lined up around the edges and had so been told to look positive. You could
see it was killing them, specially the frizzy-haired women teachers. They
looked on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
Bob Jenkins, the principal, got up on stage and talked a load of crap
about new horizons, but he looked the shakiest of the lot if you ask me (I
saw him come in by bus this morning—where’s your leather-seated Volvo
now, Bobby boy?). Beads of sweat kept dropping off his forehead onto his
notes about our new heating and lighting allowance. He finished up by
telling us we’re all being reprogrammed with a compulsory Environmental
Energy Saver A-level exam. Gwen Parry-Jones is going to teach it.
When we were leaving they gave each student an Energy Saver Pack
envelope, stuffed full of leaflets, pens, paper clips, and pathetic Post-it
notes with Making Charlton Green on them. Talk about hopeless—it’s like
how they give you a whistle on your airplane life jacket for when you go
down in a fiery ball in the middle of shark-infested Pacific waters.
Tues., Jan. 13
My family has disappeared. Dad spends all night in his study on his
laptop, Mum is always lost on a bus somewhere, and Kim basically lives
in her room—an evil ball of silent sulk. I actually feel sick being in the
same atmosphere, she’s radiating so much wicked energy. She’s definitely
got the TV going 24/7 in her room, I can hear it thru the wall. I had
another really bad nightmare last night where she was strangling me, and
every time I tried to escape she grew more and more arms. I woke up,
gasping for breath. And then I had an idea—I grabbed a pen and started to
draw. It’s the only way to get the poison out of my system. The only paper
I could find was those stupid Charlton Post-it notes.