“The good things don’t always soften the bad, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
“Nobody important? Blimey, that’s amazing. Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
“If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”
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System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
It is twelve- fifteen. I am five years old. The plan was that I wasn’t going to have to go to school today or tomorrow but then we found out that Daddy has to go to work and so I have to go to school because Granny has to be with Mummy and ‘sort some things out.’ So I am at school in my classroom as if everything is normal.
I have a plan, something which might work and might not. I think maybe if I don’t breathe for a bit then I might meet my baby brother or sister, because Mummy told me once when you die you are with your family are friends. And people who don’t breathe are dead so maybe if I hold my breath I can see them. I might even see Jesus in heaven, I’d ask him to give Mummy her babies back because not having them was so upsetting for her. I think she’d like that, so I hope it works.
System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
It is five forty-six. I am nine years old. It’s a Friday. Today at school something really good happened. One of the boys in my class fell over and hurt his knee and no one was really paying him any attention and I felt sorry for him and asked if he wanted me to talk to him and find an assistant, and he said yes. So I went to find a teacher, it was Miss Reader and I know her so it wasn’t too scary to tell her and he got his leg all bandaged up and then she said we could go and play again. He shrugged and asked if I wanted to go play, no one has ever asked me before. We played doctors, seeing as he had a bandage he was the patient and then we sat together and well I almost had a friend. He will probably have forgotten me by Monday though. His eyes are pretty and blue, and his hair smells like apples. His name is Sam.
System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
It is quarter past one. I am thirteen years old. I am a little bit worried about something. We had a social worker sorta person come in to talk to us today about feelings. It made me feel a little bit uncomfortable. She was trying to tell us about mental illness in teenagers, she talked about how some people get really sad for no reason, and that is depression and the she talked about eating disorders. I can’t have those things, well because you know people have like really odd things about them; they are like mad or something. I mean aren’t mentally ill people dangerous, I always thought it was like really awful thing but she told us that lots of people have problems. That people we know, like our neighbours, our friends or even maybe our teachers.
I am sort of scared that I might have a mental heath issue. I mean I’m not like mad or anything but I related to what she said. I mean I even picked up a leaflet on depression. I know I don’t have an eating disorder though, I mean I’m really fat. But she said that if you have an eating disorder you think you are fatter than you really are. I didn’t pick up an eating disorder leaflet, but I think maybe I should have done.
System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
It is eight fifteen. I am sixteen years old. I am in my room, I can’t believe today, if I wake up tomorrow and none of this is real I won’t be surprised. How did this even happen to me, why does he even care? He left mine at ten to six, I was flapping enough by that time and so he dragged himself off of my sofa. He asked for my phone number and looked slightly taken aback as I blurted out the whole thing without thinking. He gave me his, I don’t need to write it down. I’ve been looking at my phone all evening, actually that isn’t true, I’ve been opening my phone, texting him, not sending it and closing my phone again. Surely it is odd to talk to someone that much after you have just met them.
“Want to come round to mine tomorrow? After school? D.” I read it in vague amazement. He wants me, in his house? I am scared, I don’t even know him, besides what on earth would I tell my mother? I smile viscously, maybe for once I’ll tell her the truth.
System A
Sophie Mandi Max Gwen Mercy Erin AVA Tracey Bridget My Isaac
“The good things don’t always soften the bad, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
“Nobody important? Blimey, that’s amazing. Do you know, in nine hundred years of time and space I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important before.”
“If it’s time to go, remember what you’re leaving. Remember the best. My friends have always been the best of me.”
