Category: Agreements With Mr Rich Boy by rosie

3 | Rude Stranger I LOOKED ABSOLUTELY HIDEOUS. Everything about it looked wrong. I looked wrong. The dark navy, almost black, jacket was far too big for me. It swamped my small frame and made me look like I did on the first day of reception. A mess.The skirt wasn’t much better: I could probably hoola hoop it around my waist. It must have been at least four sizes too big. I […]

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TILL HADN’T SUNK IN by the time I was in London, in search for the things I would need for school, that I’d gotten into Attwood. Mum had stayed at home, telling me I would do better on my own, but I knew the real reason: she was too tired. I rarely went into London, least not on my own. The first reason being it was far away; the second being […]

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1 | The Letter MY FINGERS TREMBLED as I gripped the paper within my hands. The sound of it shaking was the only thing to be heard in the otherwise silent room. That, and my laboured breathing. I couldn’t keep track of my thoughts, let alone make sense of them. Each time one came, a new would budge it— or in most cases, shove it—out of the way. I felt the […]

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