When my mum and dad broke up I lived with my mum for a bit. We didn’t seem to get on as well as we sued to so I later moved out and went to live with my dad. We lived in a huge house just of the estate of chetnam in Bedford. Soon enough my step mum had a baby and called him Raul. We used to take Raul out in the park and people asked ups why his skin was so dark. My mum told me it was something to do with the pigment I didn’t really understand. Later on we moved into a quaint house in Newport Pagnell. I started the term at Ousedale school and soon made a friend in my form named Clare. Years passed and our friendship faded away. I heard stories about this chavvy girl named Hannah that had suddenly turned into a ‘scene kid’ as they called her. I was intrigued and soon found she lived near me. One day I followed her home and sat outside her house pretending to do up my shoelace. She came out and said hey because she recognised me from school. I asked her if she wanted to come to a show with me and she said no sorry she was doing something that weekend. I continued to walk past her house, after school, on the way back from the shops and walking the dog. Eventually we started talking a bit more and she stayed round my house. We have been inseparable since and we are now best friends. It is our year anniversary soon and we are celebrating it with a huge party, meal and trip to Paris in the half term. I can’t wait we are going to have so much fun.
Our first family holiday was an enjoyable one. Down in the caravans in Billing, we took my brothers attractive friend Craig. He had the nicest strawberry blonde hair I’ve ever smelt. He had to share a room with me and I sometimes woke up in the night and played things like buckaroo in the night by piling up things on his back and waiting till he woke up when everything would fall off and crash around the room. Other times I would pull out my violin and play it softly hoping he wouldn’t wake up. The next day we went down to the river and decided we were going to go for a swim. My brother had a fishing line in the water already and as I dived in off the bridge I caught it on my leg and it ripped into my skin. Craig put me over his shoulder as I cried out in pain and he rushed me back to the tent. It turned out to be just a tiny scratch so when my eyes stopped weeping we horridly went back to the river before it got dark. That night we had spaghetti. My brother put worms in my meal without me knowing and when I had a small portion of food left I looked down and saw something wriggling. I screamed and ran out of the caravan. I refused to go back in all night and my sister had to come and sleep in the car with me.
