Chapter 12

Max | After

Seven minutes isn't much, but it's enough. I've already wasted three in switching my school uniform for a T-shirt and jeans. I drop down onto the floor myself and pry up the floorboard with a red stripe on it. It's hardly noticeable since Carlos the neat freak hasn't, well, freaked about it. I pull out my video camera, set it to record and start talking. 

"This is week two of Max being a lunatic," I announce. "Can you believe I thought I could do this shit every single damn day? I mean, I have a life, you know. Unbelievable, but true. I have a life and I can't talk to someone who doesn't exist every single day." 

"It's been an okay week. I mean, okay as it can be. Grace is still dead and I'm still here and life is still mean." 

I talk fast about my last week, starting with the assembly. Grace's portrait, Officer Davidson, Tristan, Vivienne, Dr Summers and her grief counsell