♥Ellie was my crush. I had to impress her.
I tell my surrogate older sister Amber I’ve the hots for someone. And she advises me. I watch movies like Cruel Intentions, listen to teen music, and learn the politics of high school.
It is ingrained into me that a boy at the lower end of the social scale has no chance with the most popular girl even if; ” there’s so much more to her” where she sees beyond face and stigma.
I must be cool if I am to attract Ellie.
There are two groups of boys in Year 6. The “troubled loners” and “the cool kids”. I fit into the first group for several reasons. I must integrate into the other but to do that I must fit in in the classroom and in the playground.
I cannot hide in the library and read books in the breaks. I must play touch football.
I cannot spent a whole lunch break with Finchy and ‘Other-Chris’, Whitey and Al behind the demountable classroom arguing that Articuno is the best of the three legendary bird Pokemon.
I must play cricket.