Do you wanna hear about the best day of my life? I'd pissed myself by accident. They'd had us sitting down for ages and I was trying... trying to get out to leave the room but this kid kept blocking me, stopping me leaving, he was playing a game or something and, um... So I told him, right, that he was a dickhead, and that he's gonna "get out of my way, dickhead". And then the whole place went quiet because I said "dickhead". And then, they were all laughing, everyone, and I couldn't work out if it was cos I'd swore or if they'd seen that my shorts were wet, so I tried to cover my shorts with my hands, right, but that meant that they all definately noticed and then there was more laughing. But yeah, Peter, my brother, he was the youngest-ever sixer or something. They are the ones in charge, the sixers. He could do all the knots, him. Him and dad would practise. He loved it. Anyway, he stands up, yeah sixer, and they all liked him, he takes my hand and took me to the toilet. And then, he had me take my shorts off and cleaned me up. And then he took off his shorts and put them on me. And then, he kissed me on the cheek and took my hand, and we both went out there. Him just in his pants. Noone laughed. Best day of my life.
"These are the kind of girls who hang dream catchers above their beds, who eat pomegranates and read old history books for fun. These are the kind of girls who take pictures of their hands with disposable cameras and wallpaper their bathrooms with pretty roses. These girls sketch eyes and mouths and little drawings all over things, they look you right in the eye and almost through you when you speak to them. These girls camp out in their backyards for fun, they light candles everywhere and if you visit them at home they usually have all sorts of animals. Their wardrobes are filled with silk robes and bows and hats, they drink tall glasses of milk and snack on chocolate while they watch the sun rise. These are the kind of girls who ride bikes through the city to the cinema that plays old movies in the middle of the day. They watch “Breakfast At Tiffanys” or “Rosemarys Baby”. These are the kind of girls who are quiet in public. They were the kind of girls who put too many marshmallows in their hot choclate, and when the snow came down, lit the fire, and pretended to be in the North Pole. They would water color things they couldn’t see, and eat French Toast for lunch. These girls were the kind of girls who always believe in unicorns, they believed in the power of love and dreams. They were the kind of girls who gazed out of windows at bigger worlds, and rain made them think of faeries and tree houses. In the summer they read Jane Austen and listened to Fleetwood Mac while sipping hot tea. They told ghost stories under huge floral sheets, candles glowing below their faces. The spooky endings made them scream and laugh. They huddled together so they wouldn’t get too scared. These are the girls that didn’t need boys in their lives to achieve happiness."