Tearing across the grass, my ponytail streaming in the wind and my schoolbag slapping against my arm, I ran as fast as I could.
‘Quick, Tina!’ yelled my friend, as we fled from the school, down a lane.
It was 2005 and until recently I’d been a well-behaved child, 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, and some days – like today – I’d go to registration in the morning before escaping across the school field with a friend. For a few months it was fun, hanging around Huddersfield with nobody noticing I was playing truant. Until