Her freshman year, she fled home almost every weekend, holed up in her room, variously crying, reading her books, and dreading Sunday nights, when her parents would drive her back to Farmington, lecturing all the while on the importance of making friends and participating in the social life of the school. Pam didn’t tell them about the taunts. She was too ashamed. Pam thought about running away from school, running away from home, killing herself. Something happened between Pam’s sophomore and junior years. She blossomed.
