“DING, DING, DING” Alice ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Out the door, out the prison-like school gates and into the warm, cosy taxi. She was depressed. Let’s face it. She wanted to curl up into a little Alice-ball and never come out, not even to eat. Actually, the idea of eating right now was making her feel sick. That’s why she would usually drag out the days, dropping her friends off to their parents one by one. Her sweet, kind-hearted friends thought she was putting themselves first, but it couldn’t be less true.