Cyrus Hargrave

**Hello, Maisie** “Maisie, hi. What are up to?” came her friend’s voice over the phone. “

**Diary Entry – March 12th, 1998** The bell rang, and the school corridors slowly emptied. Teachers herded

It’s All Because of You… The July heat was unbearable, the air thick and heavy with humidity and dust.

It feels like we were never apart… Every day, Emily walks home hoping that Max will return.

“Life is full of surprises.” “Mum, I’m off,” said Emily, poking her head into

For Me… Emily absently ran the iron over the shirt, the heat of it stifling in the already warm flat.

The Gift Margaret walked through the flat, making sure everything was switched off and left tidy.

**A Holiday for Happiness** All year, we dream of our holiday, plan it, and hope to return happy.

“I Choose You…” On the very first day of university, two girls locked eyes across the lecture hall.

Emily hurried home. The slushy snow hid patches of stubborn ice, and her feet slipped, slowing her down.