MC - CHP 18 pt 2Chapter Eighteen continued:More Like This
Iggy sprawled out under his covers, trying to get comfortable. He knew he was better off getting up to sit at his desk, but he persisted in keeping his neck at the awkward angle required to stare at his laptop while lying on his front.
He’d wasted three days now. In truth he’d wasted more, an incalculable amount of time – unless he lumped it under the dramatic label of “his entire life”. He should know by now what he wanted to do after school. He’d made the mistake of assuming it would just come to him, the same way it seemed to come to everyone else. People his age assured themselves they wanted to be doctors, lawyers, businessmen – and they did it with the same fervour and faith they’d had when they were preschoolers. Doubt was not a concept that bore any weight for them.
When I grow up…
When I grow up, Iggy thought, I’ll end up on a fishing boat. I’ll be a cleaner.