I went straight to my blog. My shadowed profile pic appeared and I was reminded of the kid I’d seen at the courts yesterday. I was going crazy trying to work out why there was this guy running around the city who looked exactly the same as me. He must have been asking himself the exact same question. But I couldn’t waste any more time on that mystery just now—I had other important things to do. I had a lot of messages on my wall. Some of it was horrible—complete strangers calling me all sorts of names. Some were from people who said they wanted to join my gang. Like I was some sort of street gangster. Yesterday was Valentine’s Day? I hadn’t even noticed. At least it meant that I’d made it through the first half of the month. ‘You’re checking up on the psycho kid, are ya?’ Startled, I turned around towards the voice that had interrupted me. It was the man who ran the place—a tall, lanky guy in his mid-forties.
