Dominic Aames

From: Dominic Aames

To:Georgie, Shav, Mac

Subject: The best year of your lives.

Message:

Hey clones,

Well, here we go. The best year of your lives – Year 13, Form 7, senior year…whatever you want to call it, here it is.

I find it ridiculous how the three of you are at different schools and different cities for this year, I think the fact that you three are fighting is stupid, but you already know my feelings on that issue (see attachment for memory refreshment).

As your (intelligent and attractive) older brother, I have taken it upon myself to compile a list which you may find useful for the year ahead.

Under all circumstances, DO NOT STRESS! (Shav, I’m looking at you!) Take this year as it comes…most of Level three is a piece of piss. If I can do it, you can do it.

Stupid pranks are a must. I want all 3 of you to do something to make your big brother proud! The Mr. Kendrick’s Porsche in the gym incident of ’04 is yet to be topped at Ridgefield High – Georgie; you get your butt into gear girl! They all know you are related to me, they will be expecting it. Let me know how it all goes.

Take advantage of your status. You are the big guns in the school, you have the power. Let it be known! Cut lines, talk down to the juniors…make me proud.

Do not take Level 3 Statistics. it’s hard and it sucks.

Georgie – make fun of Mr. Burgen at every opportunity. Calling him Mr. Burger is ALWAYS fun.

Don’t crash your car. Dad is a real stinge about things like that, he won’t give you a new one.

With that in mind, take all opportunities to take out Spider. Sooo worth all the trouble that follows.

When at a keg party, do not – and I repeat, do NOT let anyone talk you into standing on your head and skulling. It had bad consequences the whole seven times I did it.

Cut class as often as you can. They tend to look the other way.

On your last day, get maggot drunk on campus and start a water fight. It’s ALWAYS fun to squirt teachers.

Take heaps of photos. (Mac, I didn’t give you that camera for Christmas for nothing!) You want to document as much of this year as possible, because once it’s over, you can never go back.

Above all, kick back, have fun. They don’t call it the best year of your life for nothing. Love every single minute of it.

So little sisters, there you have it. The Dom Aames guide to Year 13 – straight from the horses mouth. (Not that I’m implying I’m a horse, it’s just a figure of speech). Use my words of wisdom wisely, and have the best year ever!

Good luck!

Dom

P.S. Lucy says hi.

God, year 13. I remember it like it was yesterday. Back then, Shav, Mac and Georgie were wee year 9’s, and all three of them went to Ridgefield like me. Now Georgia’s the only one who still goes there – Mac is in Dunedin at EDH, and Siobhan is down in Wellington at Brighton College.

They’ve changed so much since last year. They used to be inseparable – and even though they were fraternal triplets, they were so close that we all thought of them like clones.

Now, they hate each other. It’s so stupid – Siobhan and Mac even moved out of Christchurch for shit’s sake! The house must feel so empty now – with me here in Wellington and Shav and Mac gone, it’s just Dad and Georgia in that big old house. Poor Dad.

Oh well. Even if they are at different schools, the triplets are just about to enter the best year of their lives. You go through high school hating every minute of it and then, when it’s over all you want to do is go back. Back to the days when life was simple – back to the days where nothing mattered. When you didn’t have to think about the future, and you didn’t have to be a grown up.

God listen to me, I’m getting all sappy and girly. Maybe I should go find Chris; we can drink beer and watch some sports. Yeah, right then

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A/N: I just have to explain something here : 7th form and year 13 mean the same thing, we call them both different times here in NZ, so if it gets kinda confusing, I’m sorry!