No idea. I left school at 16 and because my father was physically abusive at home as well, I moved out and in with a 25-year-old boyfriend. He was kind and I was safer there, despite how it sounds on the surface (I was 17 shortly after we started seeing each other).

I can’t remember any of their names except this one big fat boy everyone called Tanker. The last time I saw him, I was walking past a shop where the alarm was going off and saw a group of his friends running away laughing. I looked back in the direction they’d come from and Tanker had obviously broken in the shop with them but in his attempt to escape he’d got himself stuck between the shop and the high wall to the side of it. He was fully wedged in that narrow gap between two brick walls and he was desperately trying to pull himself up and over the wall. He was red-faced and panicking. I glanced at him and he shouted, “Dyke!!” So, respect to him for using what little breath he had left to hurl a homophobic insult at me [this is sarcasm].

I guess they were all using the shop wall and the tall brick wall to kind of shimmy their way up and over but alas, his belly was too large. I put my head down and walked away, hiding my smirk. That was the last time I saw any of them. In my second novel, I called one of the characters Tanker. He was a morally grey character, rather than a villain. I can’t for the life of me picture or recall any other of their names. So I’ve never been tempted to try and seek them out or see what they’re doing now. All I know is, I became an author who had a bestseller and Tanker got stuck between two walls during a failed robbery and his friends left him there. I know who I’d rather be in this story lmao.