Dear Diary, I hadn’t heard from Mia in ages, so I made a date with her for brunch and a day of shopping at Cabot Circus. I arrived early to get a table and order mimosas, and watched for her. It wasn’t long before I spotted her unmistakable ginger mane, a warm, burnt-orange tangle that made her stand out in the crowd. We walked through the massive shopping centre window shopping. I pointed out Boux Avenue to Mia. "I need...

Dear Diary, It was New Year’s Eve, and Lucy and I had descended upon a house party in Clifton like two predators on the prowl. We were dressed to kill, our silhouettes designed to command every room we entered. We checked our coats with the girl at the door and made our way inside, our heels clicking across the limestone floor. Lucy, a voluptuous brunette with deep, mahogany eyes, was a vision of shimmering excess in a se...

Dear Diary, When I went to university, I attended the hockey trials. I put in a good performance and was selected to be part of the first team squad; I play left wing. I was the only girl from trials who was selected for the first team squad. The rest of the squad had played in previous years. Basically, I was like a rookie cheerleader for DCC, whilst everyone else was a veteran. The next few weeks were spent practicing,...