Tearing across the grass, my ponytail streaming in the wind, I ran for it.
‘Quick!’ yelled my mate, as we fled from school.
It was 2005 and until recently I’d been a well behaved kid, never naughty or late.
But then I’d started secondary school and become the target of merciless bullies, taunting me for my puppy fat.
By 13, I couldn’t take any more.
Some days – like today -I’d go in for registration in the morning before escaping across the school field with a mate.
For a few months it was fun, hanging around Huddersfield with nobody noticing I was truant.
Until one morning in 2005 when I should’ve been in school, I
