My father often told me not to worry so much, especially about exams.
I was the kind of kid that got into a huge panic in the days leading up to any test. I would be quiet, but inside I was panicking. I wouldn’t sleep at night and I would lose interest in food. I’d have horrible dreams where I always turned out to be a complete fraud. I once dreamed that Mr Flynn opened up my head as I was writing my answers, and discovered that I was actually a stuffed toy filled with jellybeans instead of real brains.
I had that same anxious feeling as I sat on the hard wooden bench, waiting for Revenge Woman to respond. My heart was bouncing around my chest like a ping-pong ball and my thoughts were careering all over my head, tearing great gouges through my brain. My mother, the c*****e, the bus, Mia
