Hiding Hannah
Me and my sister find that things aren't as straight forward as they could be
I heard the door creak behind me. Turning I saw a silhouette in the flat hallway, through my 8am-last-minute-essay eyes. "Hello?""Hey Matt, I missed you." It was Hannah, tearstained and beautiful as the first time we loved each other… *** So... where to begin. Oh yeah, my name is Matt, I am still just about a teenage boy, and I am currently sleeping with my sister. Christ, when you put it so bluntly it sounds terrifying,...