Through My Eyes AgainChapter 6
In the morning, I went off to school for that last day of the spring term in a dark mood. I think the bullies must have sensed that I was vulnerable and had at me. I struggled through the day, full of appalling thoughts of what my life would be like without Col’s friendship, without Mutti Frida’s deep well of humanity. Sitting on the bus I could feel my world falling apart. Without Col’s friendship, I couldn’t face this life. This time I would get a knife. There was a calmness after that...