so here's an update of how I'm going. Not sure about this, but anyway
Friday at school started out ok. I’d got used to not sitting with Brooke on the bus, so I wasn’t too worried about claiming the first seat I came across and dragging out my book. It was a balancing act, keeping one hand on the seat rail in front of me, holding the book with the other and keeping my bag pinned to the floor (who would have thought I’d miss a bag rack?), but the swaying of the bus wasn’t what you’d call predictable – even at the best of times. The year 11 girl next to me and I hung on grimly and endured the assaults on our personal space by the other in silence. It wasn’t personal, so it didn’t really happen.
So in the book, Jane was visiting that aunt who was mean to her as a child, and Jane’s all ‘whatevs, I’m over it, but if you want to keep it up, well, you can just choke on it.”
I got off the bus much sooner than Brooke, which is pretty obvious when you think about our relative closeness to the single exit point of the behemoth. I stuffed the book
“Why do you insist on reading in public?” was the greeting of the morning.
“Since when did literacy skills become socially unacceptable?” I answered. “I’m reading Jane Eyre, one of the greatest classics of all time – you may have heard of it?”
“Seriously, Mish, people were asking questions up the back. You’re not doing yourself any favours. I saved you a seat today.”
“Where? You didn’t even have a proper seat.”
“We would have found room for you.”
“Play corners, read a book. Play corners … read a book. Play corners … it’s a tough choice, because being squashed by a bunch of people is so tempting, but I think I’ll stick with my book.”
“Are you calling me stupid?” Brooke demanded. I breathed out calmly. I hadn’t wanted a repeat of last night’s fight, but it looked like I’d just snapped a twig creeping around the issue. On the plus side, my morning reading just paid for itself: I was totally go all Jane passive-aggressive on Brooke.
“Of course not. I’m saying some people like some things, and other people like other things. Playing corners just isn’t my thing.”
“You don’t know that – you’ve never come up. Hw do you know that it isn’t your thing if you haven’t even tried it?”
“I just do. Look, I’m not saying anything about you doing it, I’m just saying what I think.”