Last of all

I have quite a reputation for being last at my school, Medley High. I was last to turn sixteen, I was last to get a bra, I was last to choose my subjects, I was last to have a boy/girl party and I'm always last out of class. So you catch my drift when I say I'm always last. But not any more because at the end of the the summer holidays, when my best friend Charlie snagged herself a boyfriend, now she wants me to get a boyfriend. I think she just wants to go on double dates. Now throw in a couple of boys and you have the formula for an exiting term.

You just used up a small portion of your time reading this prologue so why not just read the first chappy anyway. Thanks!