When I first came to the school I was 35 and well into my teenage years. I had a song on the tip of my tongue, but I knew exactly which one it was. In fact, I was singing it out loud. It went something like "I'm leaning in the cloooouds" and Lizzie stopped me, looked at me from head to toe and said, "Do I know you?" I was about to answer but she didn't give me time, she said, "You are particularly corny."

Anyway this all happened on the street. When I came inside the school, I found I was already there. I looked at myself and I couldn't for the life of me figure out who I was. I did something really bad right there and then, I said, "I'm a tourist" in my mumbly-shy voice and I believe everyone understood "I'm a terrorist" instead because they ran away in all directions and screamed their lungs out. Because of this my mom grounded me; she thought I'd skipped school and went to the disco instead. I was unable to watch the show on trampoline that night.

I was really mad at my mom, so much that the next day I talked to Lizzie. I don't think Lizzie could hear me, she'd taken off her ears and put them in her purse. But she could see me—as long as she stood sideways—and that's all that mattered. Lizzie made me dizzy anyway, and that's all that matters.