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really properly thought EVER about what I’m gonna do with my life. I only got as far as signing up for
     Sixth Form. I haven’t figured out any other stuff about the next seventy years!!!
    “You want us to live together in a condo in Goodmayes? Forever?” I said.
    “Well, not right now,” he said, “But someday soon. I love you, Shiraz.”
    I looked at him for a bit and he got hold of my hand and held it tight.
    “I love you too, Wesley.” I said, and I properly meant it.
    But at the same time I sort of didn’t.

TUESDAY 4TH NOVEMBER
    It’s weird ’cos Wesley’s never mentioned that condo behind Bishop Fledding Industrial Estate since that night last month.
     Neither have I.
    It’s a bit like Wesley reckons me and him have made some sort of secret pact to move in together which we totally haven’t
     ’cos I totally didn’t say yes at all. All I said was, “Mmmm, dunno, Wes. That’s a lot to think about.” Then I made him drive
     me home quick ’cos my mother wanted to borrow his superplunger to unblock hair from the upstairs sink.
    I wasn’t lying. It IS a lot to think about. And believe me, the last thing Shiraz Bailey Wood needs right now is something
     else that makes her have to think ’cos her brain is bloody FULL up with other stuff like flipping AS-Level Critical Thinking.
    OH MY GOSH that whole course is one ginormous headbend. Basically you get a question that is totally easy like, “Should pedophiles
     go to jail?” which is a proper no brainer ’cos the answer is “YES, RIGHT AWAY” but then you have a “debate about morals and
     ethics” then suddenly it’s not so straightforward no more and before you know it you’re sounding like you’re the one bloody
     sticking up for pedophiles and everyone in the class has fallen out and the bell goes and you’ve got a sore throat from shouting
     and a pain behind one eye and some homework to do for 9 AM tomorrow. BRILLIANT.
    Today we talked about cars and pollution. Joshua Fallow started arguing that all cars should cost double the price to stop
     road congestion. Saf and Manpreet told him to shut up and stop being a tree-hugger. Then Joshua went a bit further and said
     he would ban all modded cars with rims and stupid extra-loud chavvy stereos to stop chavsters from making fools of themselves.
     Everyone started laughing well loud then and I could feel my cheeks go hot ’cos my Wesley has got glowing wheel arches and
     they do look a bit silly though I’d never tell him.
    Then Joshua said when he is Prime Minister he’s bringing in long jail sentences for anyone caught attending Dagenham car meets
     in a souped-up Golf with munter girlfriends who keep flashing their norks to get in
Super Street
car magazine. And by this point everyone in the class was proper howling INCLUDING me ’cos Wesley’s ex-bird Dee Dee used
     to go up to Dagenham looking like a right old hoochie with her schnockers out like cow’s udders.
    Joshua Fallow is bare jokes sometimes. If Joshua said come and live in a condo behind an industrial estate with me forever
     I’d probably say OK, ’cos he’s not just well choong to look at, the conversation would be exciting too.
    10 PM —Oh God. I can’t believe I just wrote that. See that’s what Critical Thinking does to your head. IT MAKES YOUR BRAIN PLAY TRICKS ON YOU.

WEDNESDAY 5TH NOVEMBER
    CRAP CRAP CRAP. I think me and Wesley might have had our first proper serious argument like what you hear relationship experts
     talk about on morning shows. We don’t normally ever get into arguments ’cos we’re like best friends but tonight was different.
    So, OK, this is my fault probably ’cos I am proper stressed out with studying but tonight I’m in my room trying to write an
     essay about this fat alco bloke called Falstaff in the Shakespeare play
Henry IV
Part One when I hear our Staffy barking its head off downstairs and Murphy shouting, “All right, Wes, wanna play
Killerquest
?” and my mother trying