Twelveth

I love meeting new people. You can tell them your whole life story and they act mildly interested, unlike my friends who tend to scatter when they feel a 'Chronicles of Hailzbury' rendition coming on.

As of November the 10th, if ever I meet someone and they ask: 'Oh Hey, what year are you in?'
I might possibly start by rambling on about the ridiculous curriculum of my school. And how I'm now in Year 12.
They'd probably start questioning me about how my exams went and what Uni and course I've applied for.
Then I'd have to explain that- 'No, no, no I'm actually suppose to be in year 11, I've really only done like a week of Year 12'
They'd go: 'What?'
I'd go: 'Nevermind'
and They'd think: ' Let's run away, she thinks her school year starts in November. What a whacko'

If I had to write a play about my life, it'd be called 'Hailzbury Chronicles- The Musical'

I would play the innocent victim of a imperious teacher named Hailey (surname Bury).
And in the performance, I'd be forced to labor on during the holidays while my friends travel to exotic places like Singapore and Rome.
The whole plot would be about the various ways I can bury Hailey in a discrete and sophisticated fashion, while at the same time, also gaining sympathy and support from my manipulated audience.

I absolutely adore musicals !