Chapter Twenty-FourI can’t explain what happened to me yesterday. It was like, after the fight on the hill—if you call it a fight: it was more a case of me punching King Ape, the Apes ambling off, and Mrs Moss putting me in detention—I experienced every single emotion a boy could. Pride, for finally getting Duce, for protecting Daisy. Happiness, holding her hand. Fear, in Dad’s car. What else in Dad’s car? Forgiveness, love, understanding. At home, Mum cried, Jenna cried, and we all talked on the sofa for ages. They told me they loved me, they always have, that Jenna’s illness would never take that away. Today, I feel like a whole new person. Well, sort of. Maybe that’s because I’ve had hours sat in the isolation booth all morning to ‘Reflect on myself and my actions’, as Mr Ball put it.
