I am so sweaty by the time that I actually get to the mall that I actually do exactly what I told Patrick in the hallway I was going to do. I wait until I don't see anyone at all and then I sneak into the disabled toilets and lock the door behind me, hoping that there would not be a disabled person who turns up while I am trying to wash myself off a bit and put on one of the two clean shirts that I carry around in my backpack.

I can't help but look at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair looks almost as mousy as...