THE LAST LAUGH

Pounding up the stairs. I crept into my room and closed the door.

Zipping open my school bag, I pulled out a multipack of crisps and two chocolate bars.

Then I stuffed them underneath my mattress.

Ready to gorge on later.

It was April 2008 and aged 15, that was my after-school routine.

Spending my pocket money on treats from the local shop in Sydney, Australia.

Mum had no idea about my nightly picnics, sitting in bed.

But there was one huge clue..