I sat in the garden, waiting for something to happen, nothing did, so I asked a question, to who I asked I don't know, what question I asked, I cant remember but does that matter? All that matters is the answer, an answer I never understood until now.
It started 3 years ago, in a town called small bury at number 2 crackle road.
I lived in a big house, a mansion, is the true word. But I always associated it as normal. I was home schooled and didn't no anyone, not even my neighbours.
I was never bored, though, I had everything, everything I could have ever wanted and to remember that now, I'm sure I was selfish.
My dad decided I was to become 'a country girl' while my mum stopped schooling me and started working. I never suspected anything, I thought it was normal to be bunged off to live with my Nan, a Nan I had never heard let alone met before.
Mum took me to the place where the train stopped, she didn't even say when I was coming back home, never is my guess now. It was just for the holidays then. I didn't really think about it, then.
At the train station she kissed me, said a quick goodbye, told me I was going to meetma Nan on the platform and with that she pushed onto the platform adn closed the door behind me.
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