You come into our family like a tumour, growing viciously. Five years ago she had cancer, this feels exactly the same. I’m 14 now, you shouldn’t be here. They will forget me. The librarian gives me that look that people give me sometimes, when I ask her what section I should trawl through. I tell her you asked me to, she asks for your phone number. I give her my own number and hope that she won’t hear my pocket buzz. This is the first time I am put on a watchlist because of you. It won’t be the last.