August 2007
You don't know where you belong
You don't know where you're from
You don't know who you are
Down under your scars.
You don't know about a thing called love
You don't know what's high above
You
Ett år kvar, det är allt vi har.
Klass 62 (på bilden) kom till skolan lika små som de sexor som kom dit idag. Då tittade vi upp på de skräckinjagande niorna