Cassie is laughing and playing with her blonde hair like it’s the most entertaining thing she’s seen all week. The others in my group are behind her, watching on – Sasha and Tara are copying Lou’s outraged expression. She’s staring at me with a silent intensity. She stands there, her red hair cascading from a ponytail perched at the top of her head, her pale face pinched. Lou’s been chosen to represent the group. It’s the feeling you get when a huge wave yawns over the horizon and you know it’s going to break right on top of you. I know this to be true: there is a special corner of hell that’s called being a fourteen-year-old girl.
They would be pretty, except for the furious expressions they’re all wearing as they look at me. Their eyes and lips and noses are arranged in all the proper places, in the proper proportions. Her short stories have been published in the Sydney Morning Herald, aired on ABC radio, and appeared in the UTS writers’ anthology I can see my house from here. She has a degree in journalism and has worked as a question writer for TV game shows, and as an in-house script storyliner and script editor for several Australian television dramas. Megan Jacobson grew up in Darwin and the far north coast of New South Wales, but now lives in Sydney, where she works in TV news production at the ABC.
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