I sat in the kitchen.

I sat in the front room.

I thought about writing Dad.

Or going to the library and emailing him.

I thought about not emailing him just to show him how it felt.

I thought about eating breakfast.

I didn’t want to eat dumb-bum corn flakes again.

I sat in my room.

I wished I could enter some contests.

I looked at my face in the mirror and checked if any of my freckles had gone away.

Then I heard screams outside.