I sigh and drop my phone on the table. Kelly is just like Mum. She thinks I should stop hiding in my room and go back to school. They want me to forget about the accident and move on – but they don’t understand. I told Kelly about my weird ability once. She hugged me and said she believed me, but her raincoat was so full of doubt I could practically feel the disbelief dripping from it. After that, I kept it to myself.

I glance around the deserted terminal and shiver, feeling suddenly alone. I take out my wallet and flick through the colourful foreign notes: I have 100 NOK left, less than a tenner. Echoes mock my steps as I cross the hall. When I get to the kiosk, the assistant’s head snaps up like the dead waking. I spend the last of my money on chocolate cookies – one dark and one white. My grandma has a terrible sweet tooth; we can celebrate my arrival by eating them together.

Before me, blue ropes mark the winding path to the exit. Silly to walk miles for no reason. I shove my rucksack under and duck after it. It feels a little bit wrong, even though there’s no one to queue. Blowing my last dime on cookies and bucking the system. I can almost hear what Kelly would say: You need to get out more, girl.

I touch the charm around my neck and feel bad for being cross with her. I know she cares about me. Kelly wears her heart on her sleeve – and unlike some people, I don’t have to touch her clothes to know she loves me.

‘Eie du ingen skam?’ calls a voice. This time it’s not just the kiosk assistant who startles. Three teenage boys appear behind me, laughing. They’re older than me by a couple of years. One of them holds a can of beer. Tall with fair hair, freckles and white teeth – a typical good-looking island boy. I carry on walking and he calls again. ‘Ingen skam!’ I have no idea what it means, but he’s so cute I can’t help smiling.

When I get to the exit doors, I glance back. The boy is sprawled across a seat, chatting to his friends. He raises his beer in a friendly gesture and I half smile, then turn away, my face hot. I’m rubbish with boys, never mind ones that speak a different language. Besides, he’s hardly going to be interested in me.