Part two of what the fuck do I put as the title?

At the age of four, I was absolutely positive that the only thing consistent in my life was the horrendous block fringe I had and the fact that there would always be bloody gaps in it. Like my fringe, there was lots of gaps in my life too. You can tell straight off I'm not all there, I mean who the hell relates their life to a fringe? But anyway, back to the story at hand. I tend to go off subject a lot, just a warning. So like every other kid in England at the age of four, I started school. I hated it. I never wanted to leave my mum, I'd cling on to her for dear life but she still always used to leave me there. “You've got to go to school, Hannah. I'll pick you up later.” Like hell I was gonna stay there and leave her on her own. I always found a way to get sent home early. I'd either wind myself up that much that I'd puke everywhere or I'd fall over a chair on purpose. In hindsight, it probably wasn't on purpose. I've always had the co-ordination of a one legged man on LSD.