When Mum asked me that question, my world just about stopped spinning in its orbit. For a moment I didn't find any words to say. Then, I stammered, "Who am I? I'm me! I'm Amelia, Mum!"
The first time I met Kirsty Brightman was in year five. I know I described her and her lot as blonde airheads, but look-wise, Kirsty's something different to her Mini-K's.
I went to the admissions immediately, and said falteringly to the young woman at reception, "Um...my name's Amelia Steptoe, and my dad told me to come here, um…"
My first instinct was to panic. My heart started thumping about in my chest, like a one-man army, and I felt dizzy and sick. I sat down on the sofa, and put my head between my legs.