One night, while fighting with the waves, I hear John call from his book. He said, You Don’t Know me! If you let me I’ll try, John, I said. Slowly John opened the pages of his book and let me look inside. I discovered that nothing in John’s world is what it seems to be. John lives in a house that is not a house, he goes to a school that is not a school—a place of torture that John calls anti-school instead. The tuba he plays is actually a frog pretending to be a tuba. And if his mother could only see, she would learn that the man who John calls “the man who is not my father”, is physically abusing John when she is not around. John, a teenager with the richest imagination, let me know him and with him I laughed and with him I was afraid, and with him I found that, perhaps I knew him after all. Thank you for letting me know you, John, I said. John drifted inside his book sailing towards better times. You don't know me David klass