It all started when I was younger. I'm still not sure how really, even though I've been doing it for a while. A friend and I were out exploring. One of our favourite places were the woods near my house. A place that we could be away from others kids, adul...
A Year to Remember, Chapter Three This story is part of a series, and if you have not read the previous two chapters, it might help your undertsanding of the plot to read them first, before this one. It will make a lot more sense if you do. March I lay aw...
February Three weeks later. I burst through the door and run up the stairs and into my room and shut the door. I sit on the edge of my bed, survey the chaos that I have made my own, and begin to cry. It is the first time since finding out that my dad had...
Chapter One: January It's 7.15 am on Monday morning. I wake up with a start as the clock radio on the chest beside me suddenly blares into life. I raise my tousled bed-head off the pillow to peek under the curtains. It is still dark. I hate January. Chris...
