Alex's Deepest-Personal Narrative

Alex had always loved this type of weather, it was the very best thing about Queensland. It was a pressing heat, dry yet humid. It was a warmth you could feel in every area of your body. A pressure that only meant one thing, an incoming storm that would arrive late in the evening. It was the best time to be outside; the best time to swim, to play football, to sun bathe. Things Alex longed to be doing, things that she would be doing, that is if she was not incarcerated inside a saunaesque - filled to the brim with seventeen year old male body odour - classroom, reading an inarticulate book she wasn't even sure the author of the book would read.

English had always been her favourite subject. In the trivial sense that when someone asked for her