La vida

My mum’s from Cornwall, from a little village called Blue Hill to be exact. I was always really close

If Not for You… Emily and Sophie had been friends since childhood, attending the same nursery and

For My Sake… Margaret pressed the iron steadily across the board, sweat trickling down her temples and spine.

**Uncle Paul, or Life Goes On…** I sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall.

From the very first day at university, two girls caught each other’s eye. Both pretty, with an

**Diary Entry – Dr. Edward Whitmore** “How old are you?” I fixed my gaze on Eva’s striking face across the desk.

The rain lashed against her face, stinging her eyes. Olivia trudged forward, longing to be home.

**A Holiday for Happiness** We spend all year dreaming of our holiday, preparing for it, hoping we’ll

The gentle rain stung her face, trickling into her eyes. Pauline trudged along, longing for the warmth of home.

I’ll Choose You… From the very first day at university, two girls caught each other’s eye. Both pretty