What the hell is wrong with my teacher? Ever heard of reading between the lines? She just put a tick. If I were my teacher, I’d be writing: ‘You were fighting a fully-grown man? What the fuck is wrong with your family?’ Especially considering that Steven wasn’t just administering a few kidney punches or chest jabs: he was jumping on me from a great height, WWF-style, dressed in a black cat suit. This isn’t a Primary 3 diary: this is the first chapter of ‘A Child Called It!’ Most distressingly of all I appear to have turned into a rabbit. Anyway, glad I started playing with the robot. Maybe it can teach me how to spell ‘Shon’ properly.