What had happened to me? I was sitting on the ground at the Garden of Remembrance, which was a bitter joke, seeing as I couldn’t recall a thing after falling asleep on the bus. I checked my watch. About an hour had passed. This was getting out of hand. Moving had been such fun. I’d felt invincible. Now, though, a growing sense of helplessness was making me feel totally disheartened. It was all very well saying I would fight the hungry ghost, brave words, but I didn’t feel brave any more. It had taken every ounce of my energy to divert myself away from the universe where our band was the laughing stock of the school. As a result, I’d become so exhausted I’d fallen asleep on the bus and somehow had this great blackout in my memory. The fact that I said so little over dinner had my mum running for the thermometer and Dad offering to go to the park for a kick about. But I didn’t have a temperature and I wasn’t in the mood to run around after my dad’s miss-hit shots.
