Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Seven....


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“Well, the bereaved – that’s you, dude, will probably react to learning of the loss with numbed disbelief. You’ll deny the reality of your loss at some level, in order to avoid some of the pain. The shock of it all provides some sort of emotional protection – must be the mind’s way of coping with it all – and stops you from being overwhelmed all at once… This can last for weeks.”



Friday, 21 November 2014

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I glared at Ryan. “I asked you to do one thing for me – one.”
He hung his head, “I’m so sorry dude – I just forgot…”
“What? You forgot that you had a twin brother who’d only asked you the favour ten minutes before?”
He shook his head miserably, “No, I didn’t mean that – I screwed up, okay?”
I threw my hands up in the air, “But you always screw it up for me, dude – this was my only chance.”
He nodded, “I know, I know – I’m an idiot – I’m so sorry.”
I sighed and shook my head. “Forget it.” I said. It was my own stupid fault. I knew it had been a long shot really – I’d asked Ryan to be me – well, it always worked the other way around – guess I was a much better actor than he was…

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Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Can We Dance...?

Out Now...

 “Penny!”
I turned and a little thrill went through me. O.M.G. Ryan was running towards me. No wait. Ryan didn’t wear glasses. James was running towards me, which made far more sense since I’d only just texted him. I stopped and waited for him, “Sleep in?” I asked.
He bent over with his hands on his knees and shook his head, gasping for air. Jesus, how fast had he run? “Ryan – Shreddies …”
I waited patiently for him to get his breath back. Finally he did, “My charming brother Ryan stayed out last night.”
My jaw dropped, “Out where?” I asked.
James raised his eyebrows and looked at me, “Where do you think?” he asked.
I stared at him, “What? All night? With Amelia?” My voice had gone all high and squeaky – partly with shock and partly indignation.
He nodded, “Yup,” he said, “And I had to be him this morning – which had him nice and early for school and has left me with severe stomach cramps and a mother planning to take me to a psychiatrist – so it’s all good.”



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"...you don’t want me anymore – what happened, did you get a better offer?”
“NO!” he shouted, “Never.”
The tears started then, “Then why?” I asked helplessly, “Why did you break up with me? I thought everything was perfect.” My voice cracked on the last word.
He nodded, “It was,” he said, “But then your mum went nuts about me…”
I stared at him. So what? She’d get over it, “And?”
“And you we’re better off without me dragging you down.”
“Dragging me down?” I repeated, completely baffled, “Why would you be dragging me down?”
He stared at me. “Because you’re better off without me.”
“And you get to decide that, do you?” I asked angrily. “You’ve decided what’s good for me and what isn’t?” He had to be joking? How on earth had he managed to get into the same mind-set as my mother? This had to just be an excuse. No one was that stupidly impulsive… but wait a minute – this was James…

Friday, 7 November 2014

Save the Last Dance...


“Penny!”
I turned and a little thrill went through me. O.M.G. Ryan was running towards me. No wait. Ryan didn’t wear glasses. James was running towards me, which made far more sense since I’d only just texted him. I stopped and waited for him, “Sleep in?” I asked.
He bent over with his hands on his knees and shook his head, gasping for air. Jesus, how fast had he run? “Ryan – Shreddies …”
I waited patiently for him to get his breath back. Finally he did, “My charming brother Ryan stayed out last night.”
My jaw dropped, “Out where?” I asked.
James raised his eyebrows and looked at me, “Where do you think?” he asked.
I stared at him, “What? All night? With Amelia?” My voice had gone all high and squeaky – partly with shock and partly indignation.
He nodded, “Yup,” he said, “And I had to be him this morning – which had him nice and early for school and has left me with severe stomach cramps and a mother planning to take me to a psychiatrist – so it’s all good.”
I bit my lip. His mother was a nightmare – I loved her to bits but she really did believe that James was a difficult child – and he really wasn’t at all. He was just misunderstood…
I linked my arm through his and we started walking down the hill to meet the others, “Well, I think you’re a hero.” I said as we meandered our way along the leafy avenue. It was my favourite part of the walk to school.
He grinned at me, his bright blue eyes twinkling, “Why thank you, Miss Perkins,” he said in his fake Texan accent and pretended to tip his invisible cowboy hat, “You might change your mind by lunchtime, though, when I’m making the mercy dash to the toilets.”
I made a face, “What – he made you eat honey-nut Shreddies again?
He made a face back at me, “Well, nobody made me – but, you know, I was in character and I just found myself eating them…”

I had to laugh – it was just so James.


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