Emily breaks free from the grip of her feelings Back in Year9, Emily spots how her classmate James seems
**Diary Entry 12th March** The doorbell rang with that shrill, grating sound that always meant unexpected company.
Why do you think you have the right to decide what happens to my home and put me in a corner without
“No, Mum. You wont be visiting us anymore. Not today, not tomorrow, and not next year either.”
By the time he turned thirty, Stan had spent a decade serving in combat zones, survived two serious injuries
It’s not a toy, Nattie Hart muttered, setting her mug down with a sigh as Sophie Whitaker dabbed
**Diary Entry** “No, Mum. You wont be visiting us anymore. Not today, not tomorrow, not next year.”
On a bitter winter night the wind howled over the fields of Bramley, a tiny village tucked into the Yorkshire dales.
Im sorry its come to this. “Oliver, are you sure youve packed everything? Should I double-check?”