That seems so long ago, but I still miss her, my teacher. My mam said she hadn't been well for years, but it shocked everybody when the heat killed her.
So this is shock is it, this empty angriness? It feels like it lives inside me but wasn't there before they told me she'd died. It's there all the time now, that and the thirst. They both rage.
"We'd get a new teacher next term anyway," Archie said. His face shimmered in the afternoon air. He licked dry cracks on his lips and I thought he looked like a lizard.