So I gave him my number and he gave me his and we put them in our phones and named them and by then our stop was coming up. And then we had each other in our contacts. And idk it was kind of exciting and naughty idk. But I wanted to ask something and just after I pressed the stop bell I said, So are you still seeing her?

I am yeah, kind of.

That’s cool so. This is my stop.

And afterwards Holly said, So what’s the story, Suzy? What was that about?

I said I was curious because Serena makes stuff up, like telling stories. You can never trust a word that comes out of her mouth. Look at the time she told the guards burning the bin was my idea. And how are we to know she does all that shit? Like if she actually turned out to be pregnant we’d know QED but until then we don’t have a clue. She could be a compulsive liar. I googled that and it turned up a lot of interesting stuff. Like compulsive liars tell people things to make themselves important. They dream up whole stories about their lives, sometimes they even live two lives. It begins with a sense of inferiority and a feeling of worthlessness. And she has worthlessness in spades. Look at how she was cutting and the time she overdosed. Like she fits everything, a hundred per cent. But Holly said once you start googling stuff it’s easy to fit it, it’s like a horoscope in a magazine, even if you read the wrong one by mistake you think it could be you. If you have something wrong with you, like bad period pains, and you google it, it turns out you have whatever is the worst possible thing you could have.

I didn’t want to say so, but I actually did google extreme pain in lower stomach a week before and I turned up ovarian cancer and I was so scared I actually turned my phone off. Like I haven’t deliberately turned my phone off in over a year. Can you imagine what it feels like to have your phone actually off permanently for a period of hours? My grandad had lung cancer but it was the secondary cancer that killed him. It was in his head. He died on a trolley in Accident and Emergency because they couldn’t find a bed for him. Even though the Minister For Health said that waiting lists had been eliminated. Even though he was pretty far gone and inclined to fall over even if he sat up, he was able to tell my mam that the trolley situation was a fucking disgrace and the best thing to do was to put the whole government up against a wall and shoot them. My grandad came from a generation where they would do that too. I miss him.