I decided to go to school. Leo wanted me to take time off, but I didn’t want to get too behind with my work. The only day I took off was for my grandfather’s funeral last Wednesday.
At lunchtime, I was in the library, drifting around, trying to hide. I was out of my body, as if the girl doing things wasn’t me, but a stranger who looked like me. I felt like a snail carrying a shell that was much too heavy. The shell could c***k and squash me any moment. I couldn’t give my attention to anything except the weight on my back.
It was funny that the worst thing about the whole thing was also the best thing. Worst, because no one else knew, except Grandpa, Leo and Trent, and now Mrs Goodall, because Leo had asked me if he could phone the school and tell her.
I could never tell Rosa, ever. Noth
