HALFWAY POINT


I sit in my (very untidy) room, staring at the empty suitcase in front of me. the world is eerily quite as i reflect over the past couple of months….

THIS SUMMER HAS BEEN… wow

My phone goes off, the ringtone breaking the perfectly still silence that engulfed my thoughts.

# ‘CALLER ID – MAX’

CRAP!

iv’e been avoiding his call all summer. he probably wants to know what room to register us in at school.

if only he knew… Continue reading