I was thirteen again, and back at Lennarb School. It was the beginning of dinner break, and I was on my way to the library, where I usually hid from everyone.
I had just clocked out for the evening and I was now on my way to meet my girlfriends at our usual haunt to find out about their progress on finding out where the Irvell Bitch lived.
I’d recently received a letter telling me about a reunion at my old school next week. I didn’t really want to go, never having got on with anyone while I was there.
“You’ve got post Darling,” Chris said, coming back into the dining room with all the letters. He handed three to me. Two were bills, but one was from Lennarb School.
It all happened so long ago. I’m surprised I still remember the events of that day. I’m thirty now, and it happened when I was twenty. There was Mother, my sister Grace and I at home.
