“Shit.”I cursed under my breath. “Shit, shit, shit.” I yanked off the duvet covers causing Garfield to hiss in protest and stumbled over to my laptop. Facebook was my first priority, and my fears had been confirmed. She’d already posted the picture. The caption read: Boyfriend fucked around with his little sister’s best friend. Guess who got dumped? I almost cried. My phone was already buzzing with messages and there were...

I was freaking out, pacing skittishly up and down the bathroom floor. I gnawed at my painted nails nervously and let my thoughts roam freely. He was turned on over you. You. Not Harriet. I couldn’t help but smile childishly to myself. But what if I was wrong? I sat on the edge of the bath with my head in my hands. I wanted him, badly. And I had for a very long time. So if I wasn’t just imagining things, maybe there was a...

“Are you awake?” I heard a croaky voice emerge from my many,many thoughts. “Mhmm.” I struggled a groan out my mouth before rolling onto my side and curling into a sleepy bundle of warmth. My eyes were still squeezed shut. I needed sleep. “Oh come on, Lilly, wake up.” The voice got closer to me and I felt two intruding fingers poke at my sides. “It’s nearly nine. We need to get the house ready.” I moaned again and dug my f...

I was 16 when I first met Ryan. My best friend Annie had taken me back to her house for our first of many sleepovers, and I was introduced to her weird and wonderful family. She had four younger sisters, Alice 3, Amy 5, Alexandra 7 and Adrian 11. Both of her parents had matching haircuts to symbolize there “togetherness” and they were one hundred percent against dishwashers. Apparently they created laziness and killed tra...