I was the coolest kid in my school, and it was a cool school – an inner-city place.
I was in the final year, 11 going on 19. I was streetwise and bold, and dismissive of everyone not in my gang.
My sister was in the second year and, to me, she was a small, dim, slow creature I didn’t associate with. The trouble was that I had to accompany her to school every morning. I dealt with the