“I thought about starting Year 12 and all the things I needed to do and all the new people that I might have to meet and all the people I would have to talk to and I caught a reflection of myself in a Waterstones window and I realized then that most of my face was covered up and who in the name of God would want to talk to me like that and I started to feel all of this hair on my forehead and my cheeks and how is plastered my shoulders and back and I felt it creeping around me like worms, choking me to death.”
Book:Solitaire