We had to find an order. Lying on the beach, one of those on the corniche, soaking up the sun, we thought about it. We had spread our colourful towels in a circle, our feet in the centre.
- Let’s draw straws! shouted Corentin.
Result: I drew the shortest one. That’s why I start.
In order, Benoît, Sarah, Dorian, Justine, Mehdi, Clotilde, then Corentin will follow.
- It’s funny, though, observed Sarah, it’s a girl, a boy, a girl, a boy...
I thought that was a good sign. A sign that our idea for an eight-handed journal had received the blessing of chance.
Two hours later, the bus stopped in front of us. I looked at the big 15 shown on the illuminated display above the bus windscreen.
I realised that this was the direction all eight of us were going. Towards our fifteen years.

Themes: Friendship, Adolescence, Anorexia, Change, Search for identity

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