I wish I’d learned that being individual would be so much more important than fitting in. But these things take time, and with age comes wisdom… Here’s one of my earlier memories of school, and when I first realised that I didn’t fit the mould like everyone else. ***************** When I started secondary school,… Continue reading The Bag and the Boots.
Even a few days in it didn’t feel real. We had done it. We had made it from the car, into a flat. Somewhere we could call ours. I still felt like I was going to wake up in the night, feel around and realise I was still in the car – that this had… Continue reading The End
Friday the 13th. September 2013. This was it. Today was the day. I walked to Tesco in the morning and got out enough cash to get the bus. A single ticket – because I wouldn’t be returning. I didn’t even look back once I was on that bus. Which is strange to think of now,… Continue reading 37 -Friday 13th
That was the last diary entry I wrote. So I will have to fill in the rest of the gaps from memory, and it is hazy to say the least. Mum left, on the Sunday night. We had a really really lovely time. We told her about the flat and she offered to lend… Continue reading 36 – What Happened Next…
I’d thought about Sarah’s offer a lot. I was desperate for another shower, we hadn’t been back to the Life Centre yet, although planned to this weekend. It was Friday again and nearly 2pm. I would get out the car and make to walk across the road over to the nursery where she worked. But… Continue reading 31 – Bank Holiday
Whilst we were parked up in our little lay-by, it was generally quiet at night. There was the noise of one of the main roads nearby, but that became quite soothing after a while. Every now and then a car would pull up nearby and we’d lie there in the car quiet as… Continue reading 30 – Night time
The policeman peered through the window. He had a torch on even though it was only just getting dark. He shone it through and around the car. ‘ What are you two up to then?’ ‘ Nothing, Mr.’ Ryan spoke. I was still sat there with my gob open. Shitting myself, I tried to look… Continue reading 28- The Great Escape