After it happened, no one in school would talk to me.
No one. Not even my best friend, Lauren Hopkins, who has hair to her waist, and who let me dress like her until I figured out how to dress for myself.
She had said, “You know what, London? You homeschool types never look like the rest of the world. Even when you wear the right clothes.”
(I had on blue jeans and a Billy Talent T-shirt and Vans, too. It must have been my face. It must have. A look. I’ve seen it myself in pictures....