Chapter 11 Not dumb, just different

• I’m not dumb, just different. Sitting in front of the mirror in my bathroom, that’s what I tell myself as I apply a new batch of pink dye to my hair. 
• Is different good? Is it bad? I don’t know but I like the way Calum said it. I finish up soon and the dark roots of my hair are completely pink by the time I wash off the dye my hair. 
• “Cathy. Calum. Lunch is ready,” Dani screams from downstairs. “Be down immediately.”