Emily Taylor

“Is That My Son?” Polly climbed the stairs to the second floor of the office, relieved not

**Diary Entry: The Actress** I slumped onto the seat in the tube carriage, my heels aching.

Polly climbed the stairs to the second floor of the office, relieved not to run into any colleagues.

“Don’t worry, I won’t stay long—just a week or so until I sort out my living situation.

James sat staring at his phone for what felt like an age. He’d put this off long enough. Finally, drawing

The door creaked open slightly, and a young woman peeked in. “Can I come in?” “

**Love – A Diary Entry** James sat there for a long while, staring at his phone. He’d been putting this

**Diary Entry** The phone rang. “Hello, Emily?” The voice was familiar, pulling me from my thoughts.

The phone rang, shattering the quiet of the living room. The familiar voice on the other end sent a jolt

“I’m taking back the keys to my flat. You won’t get another penny from me, Mum.”