She never told her parents about the voice in her head, even though she knew it wasn't natural for a voice to be in one's head telling her to stab her bullies with the teacher's scissors. But it was in the tone of the boy she often dreamt of, so she had no reason to distrust him. Her Tom who she so yearned for. Or when she started understanding what snakes talked of as they slithered around in the safety of the tall grass.