Letter from mum as to why I've not been at school!

Okay, so this isn't a letter from my mum. And it's not related to school attendance. It's just a quick note to say that I've been crazy busy being an adult and moving out and all that jazz.

But here is the first blog post in my new place! :) Many more to come hopefully! I've realised that the more time I spend living life, the more inspiration I'll get! :) But here is definately the place to be when i do get inspired!!!

Keep checking back for more posts, random writing and stories of my adventures! :D

Kisses J xx

Goodbye (a little something I'm working on 2016)

 “You weren’t even going to say goodbye?”. A croak in his voice suggested he wasn’t happy about this and yet /i stubbornly couldn’t bear to look him in the eye. I focused on the train line in front of me; wonder how long this specific piece of track has been down, has it ever carried a steam train, did war evacuees travel the same stretch of metal I will travel today?

“Why are you doing this? Why now, why America?” Spoken like he doesn’t know me at all when on the contrary he knows me better than I know myself! “Is this the end?” he continues, “It can’t be the end, you know, our story hasn’t even begun yet…” Again I remain focused on anything but turning around; There’s around 15 people on this platform alone, they could be going anywhere, to work, to university, holidays.... moving halfway across the world to start a fresh life..

“Will you just look at me? For heavens sake… surely i at least deserve to see your face one last time?”

“The train approaching platform 2, does not stop here. Please stand away from the edge”  in a dark twist, that is, for some, the last thing they will ever hear. Whoah… okay, minds gone a bit dark there… bring it back Morgan.

“I thought better of you. I didn’t think you’d be this cruel. I loved you you know. I still do. but you don’t even value our friendship enough to say bye before you jet across the ocean. That hurts Morgan… have a safe journey”.

I can hear his shoes begin to clank up the metal staircase. He always did wear nice shoes, never saw him in trainers or anything like that, it was always shoes. A man of style and taste. Yet he had fallen for me. Of all people to fall for…. Messed up, little old me. I upset me he assumed i’d thought so little of him… The truth was, i thought so much more of him than he knew. For the first time since he’d stepped onto the platform, i glanced in his direction. He paused on the stairs and i froze, waiting for him to turn around… He didn’t. He continued up the staircase. 6. That’s how many steps he had til the top. 5. that’s how many steps I had before I lost my chance to tell him exactly how i felt. 5… I was terrified. 4… a lump had formed in my throat making speech near impossible especially taking into account I would now have to shout in order to be heard. 3… Why didn’t he turn around… does he still have something he wants to say? 2… is it worth it… does he really need to know?

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