It was June. Me and Emily were on our way to college. ( late, my fault. ) Emily was driving, and we were stuck in rush hour traffic. Staring at the opposite lane of traffic fly by, I saw a friend of mine drive by. Her eyebrows were knotted in deep thought. We waved manically… Continue reading The Year of Grief
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.
I rang the estate agents early in the morning, and arranged a viewing for later on in the day. We’d already seen the flat – but I just wanted to see it again. I wanted it to feel real again. I’d planned over and over what it looked like, where I’d put my furniture that… Continue reading 35 – The Viewing
I looked over to Mums car, she looking at her phone quickly, Brad was feeling about to find another can of cider, and Tom was for some reason, holding a box of doughnuts through the window. ‘ Do you want one Ryan ?‘ He was asking. ‘ No thanks mate.’ Ryan declined. ‘ Have you… Continue reading 34 – The Flat Battery
The weekend passed and I felt miserable. Ryan tried to cheer me up by suggesting we walk round Tesco and pick out all the things we’d buy for our new place, but I was too anxious that it wasn’t going to happen, and I couldn’t handle the feeling of it all going wrong again.… Continue reading 33 – The Day She Did