Author: Mria McNillan

**A Note on Me-Time** The other day, my mate Tom came round for a cuppa. We were sat in the kitchen

“Leave her here, let her die!” they muttered, dumping the old woman into the snowdrift.

**Diary Entry November 15th** The November wind cut through my skin like knives as I wandered near the

Spotting the dog lying by the bench, he rushed over to it. His gaze fell on the leash, carelessly left

My mother and sister saw me only as a walletthey never bothered to care about who I really was.

**Diary Entry** I was ten when I realised that the ones who give you life arent always the ones who stay.

**Diary Entry 12th October** My mother pretends to be ill to avoid working and lives off us.

I severed ties with my familyand for the first time, I breathed freely. Growing up, I believed family

He refused to marry his pregnant girlfriend. His mum backed him, but his dad stood up for the unborn child.

“If Mum doesnt live with us, Ill divorce you!” And he did “If you wont let my mother