The Things We Can't Undo by Gabrielle Reid

Author:Gabrielle Reid
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ford Street Publishing
Published: 2018-08-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen – In Memoriam

I take a trip on a foul-smelling crowded bus to school the next morning. No way am I going back on the train. Mum said it was up to me if I wanted to go back to school this week. I didn’t decide to go today until the last minute. I figured there was no point waiting.

When I arrive the crowds are loud but somehow subdued. I push my way through the quad to the year eleven area and try to ignore the whispers trailing me. I don’t look up to see if they’re all staring. I couldn’t help myself – last night I went back online. #DylanRapes is still growing.

The first person I see is Emre, his arms wrapped around Tayla as she sobs into his chest. I stop on the other side of a year nine basketball game and stare at them. If all this had happened a month ago, I’d be over there with an arm around Tayla grieving along with her. I want to walk through the basketballers. I want to be weak and crying while Emre says something comforting. I want to be allowed to do all the typical things – scream and fall down and get angry at God right next to Tayla.

But she’s there, and she hates me. She’d just scream back how there is no God, and it’s my fault not his.

Emre’s hand strokes Tayla’s hair and I wonder, not for the first time, if there’s more than friendship between them. I half expect someone to shout ‘get a room’. A sense of injustice bubbles in my chest. I’m supposed to be the one with a girlfriend. I’m supposed to be standing in the quad before school with my arms around Samantha, while she chastises me about PDAs but doesn’t let go of my hand when she pulls away. I suddenly hate Emre and Tayla. I hate this whole stupid school and all the people here when Sam isn’t.

I kick a year eight’s schoolbag and he stares at me wide-eyed, too small to fight me like I want someone to.

Thankfully, the bell rings and I go to Business Studies. Tayla sits at the opposite side of the room and Emre, close behind, hesitates. I point at the seat next to Tayla, glowering, and say nothing. He stops at my desk anyway.

‘You okay?’ he asks in a low voice. His thick, dark eyebrows draw together with concern.

‘My girlfriend is dead. I’m peachy.’ Ex-girlfriend, a little voice reminds me and I want to rip it out of my head and stomp on it. Emre stands awkwardly in front of me a little longer, but I pull out my textbook and slam it on the desk. Eventually he takes a seat next to Tayla.

I have no idea what Mr Prime is talking about and I really don’t care. Money. Stupid freaking money, as though it matters.

‘So if you were a private investor with a hundred thousand dollars to invest in one

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