it was like a circle had opened around him, a dead area with Conor at the centre,
surrounded by landmines that everyone was afraid to walk through.
All of a sudden, the people he’d thought were his friends would stop talking when he came over,
not that there were so very many beyond Lily anyway, but still. He’d catch people whispering as he walked by in the corridor or at lunch.
Even teachers would get a different look on their faces when he put up his hand in lessons.
So eventually he stopped going over to groups of friends, stopped looking up at the whispers, and even stopped putting up his hand.
Not that anyone seemed to notice. It was like he’d suddenly turned invisible.
He’d never had a harder year of school or been more relieved for a summer holiday to come round than this last one.
His mother was deep into her treatments, which she’d said over and over again were rough
but “doing the job”, the long schedule of them nearing its end.
The plan was that she’d finish them, a new school year would start, and they’d be able to put all this behind them and start afresh.
Except it hadn’t worked out that way. His mum’s treatments had carried on longer than they’d originally thought,
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