There were days when she cursed her height, which put her head and shoulders above nearly everyone else in the school grounds. It meant they could always see her wherever she went, always, and what perhaps was worse, she could sometimes see them. Even when she couldn’t make them out across the hurly-burly of the yard, she shrank from their remembered gaze, such was their power. She could find friendship in the yard, she could find fun and laughter, but it was spurious. Always, at the corner of her mind, at the corner of her watchful eye, she could see…