The Amanda Chronicles

“Are you sure you’re allowed to wear heels?” says Mum giving me piercing look.

“Not frigg’n wog ball again.” says Eric and spits on the ground next to him.

Jordan gets a tongue stud.

BORED! SO BORED! It’s all bloody Fatty Phan’s fault!…

Amanda’s date does not go to plan.

My hands trembling; struggling with the key in the lock; my breath is quick and short; he is right behind me; I feel his hand lift my skirt and grab my arse; his bare skin feels rough against mine.

“No!” I scream.

“Well. What are you waiting for?” I say scowling at Glenn trying to be encouraging but probably sounding gruffer than I meant to be.

I stare at the horrid thing as it just sits there, on the end of bed, taunting me. Hugging my knees tighter into my chest, I feel my tears running down my legs.

How could I have been so stupid?!

If Mum was alive. How many times have I heard that.