My name is Angie and this is what happened to me when I was sixteen, going on seventeen. To be fair to my Mum, I was a bit of a handful, smoking, bunking off school, staying out late and so on and she was running out of ways to keep me under control. It was half term and Mum got called to go to a meeting forty-odd miles away. She’d be gone for a good few hours so she started calling everyone she could think of to keep an...