For some reason, this fic got deleted but luckily, i'd only added up one post which i luckily had saved, so here it is again.

Jayde__x

Section One___________________________________________________________x

She peeled the photo off the wall and held it gingerly, stroking the people’s faces slowly, a tear forming in her eye. She turned it over and saw the date. It seemed years ago now. She peeled all the blue tac off of the corners and sat down on her bed, rolling the bluetac into a ball, between her fore finger and her thumb. She turned the photo around and saw herself staring back. She realised how much she had changed since then. She had grown up now and everyone else seemed to have noticed, except the one person she needed to notice.

She got off the bed and went down stairs. The house was empty - just how she liked it. She turned on the radio and began to tidy up. She didn’t know why it was down to her again, but it was so she began to tidy. The things she found half the time - it shocked her to think the others even bought things like that. She began to feel hungry but was watching her waistline and was determined to not snack in between meals. Once she had finished down stairs, she slouched out on the sofa and closed her eyes, stretching her arms out at the same time.

As she rested, she felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. She always kept her phone on silent; she didn’t want too many questions asked. This time however, it wouldn’t have mattered seeing as she was alone. She reached for her phone out her pocket and looked at the caller. Suddenly her face looked disgusted and she pressed `ignore`. She wasn’t ready to talk to him yet - not after what had happened earlier.

ooo im intrigued... please write more soon THIS SHOULD NEVER OF BEEN DELETED

beckie x

Cheers lol !! i cant understand why it was deleted in the first place!!

Were your's deleted too?

Section Two____________________________________________________________x

As she rested on the sofa, she heard someone putting their key in the door. She jumped to her feet and legged it up the stairs into her room. She closed the door, turned on her TV and lay down on her bed, her hands behind her head. As she felt the house shake where the front door was slammed, she put her TV on mute to discover who it was downstairs. Since she was up in her room for the majority of the time she was at home, she had learnt to distinguish between different noises and the sounds of her family’s footsteps. As she listened, she realised it was her dad, and it was now safe for her to cal downstairs.

“Hey Dad”, she called down the stairs, sticking her head out her door
“Hi”
“Don’t cook me any dinner okay”

She shut the door before he had time to reply and she took the mute off her TV and changed the channel to one of the music channels she loved to watch. She searched for her phone in her many pockets and suddenly realised she had left it down stairs on the sofa. She legged it down the stairs and grabbed her phone and then continue running straight out the front door.

“Hey! Where you going?!”, her dad called from the kitchen, but she ignored him and didn’t stop running till she reached a park, passing places such as The Loft as she ran.

interesting
cant wait to find out whats gonna happen!

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Once at the park, she slowed down and took a seat on one of the swings in the play area of the park. Apart from a few elderly couples with their little King Charles spaniels, the park was empty. As she sat on the swing, she began to swing to and fro, gradually getting higher - but only a little. She closed her eyes, the momentum of the moving swing relaxing her. As she closed her eyes, she dreamt of all the things she wanted so badly; her mum, her friends, and that spot that would allow her to live the career she longed so much.

As she thought of those things, the swing slowed down and eventually her feet touched the floor. She looked at the trainers she was wearing and pulled a face. She didn’t particularly like them but she was in no position to afford any newer ones, so she was stuck with the old ones that firmly stuck on her feet. She knew her dad would be mad, cos she had been wearing them in her room again, but right now she didn’t care.

As she began to swing again, she felt overwhelmed by this happy feeling. It was like she was regressing to her childhood, remembering all the little things she used to do, and this made her smile a lot. As she continued to swing, she looked around her, she was now completely alone, bar a young woman, mid twenties, playing with her Dalmatian puppy. She felt free, just swinging in the park, the air blowing through her hair and giving her face a cool breeze. She saw she had goosebumbs on her arms, for she was wearing a vest top with a short sleeved spotted jacket over the top, but she didn’t care, she felt happy.

Eventually she got bored of the swings. She looked at the time on her phone. It was half five. Her brother would be home around now, or would he? She never knew any more. One she had been so close to him, but now, they seemed to be growing apart. When she first realised that the bond was breaking, it upset her, but now, she realised there was nothing else she could do about it.

Should be more a little bit later

Just one para before i go on to reveal who it's all about! Please don't compltely slaughter it lol, cos of who it's about please lol !

Might be going to athletics at 7 up till 9 but not sure yet!


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As her thoughts were invaded by her brother, she did not realise that more people had joined her in the park. She recognised one of them as Hannah Ashworth. She didn’t know the name of the other girl who was there. Her feet were on the floor and she was softly leaning on the chair now, her gaze glued to the girls. Hannah kept looking around, checking no one was there to spot them. As she sat back on the swing, so her feet were in the air she realised once more, that people were forgetting she even existed. Here she sat in the park, yet Hannah and her friend didn’t even see she was there.

Sorry if there's not any more tonight, by the way!

this is really
good
continue soon please

Section Five_________________________________________________________x

Not that she really cared. As far as she was concerned, now was the time in her life that she had to do what, and only what she wanted to do. She watched as the two girls, now comparing waist sizes, finally recognised that she had been sitting there the whole time. Hannah pointer her out, and then the two of them began to jog again leaving this young girl sat on her own on the swing.

As she sat, she began to swing again, but only gently; the swing did not get more the a few metres off the ground. As she did so, she began to sing softly to herself - nothing in particular, nothing with any particular meaning, just a song to comfort herself as she sat alone on the swing.

. . they try to break to you
They try to steal your stars
If they ever take you
Just rememebr who you are

She began to get a bit louder, but only loud enough for her to hear - not that there was anyone else to listen to her anyway.

. .They to hate you
Just like some love bizarre
It’s a sign of weakness
To be afraid of what you are

She breathed it to carry on singing when her phone began to ring, well buzz continuously in her pocket. She opened it and answered the phone.

“What?”
“What a nice way to talk to your brother, hey?(!)”, came her brother’s sarcastic, if slightly drunk voice
“Well, what do you want?!”
“You know what, forget it, okay! Just Forget it!”, the voice yelled down the phone
“Fine!”

She cut off her brother and threw her phone as hard as she could. She heard it smash again the metal slide which was situated more or less in front of her, quite a few metres away from the swings. She got up off the swing, the tears spicing at the corners of her eyes. She ran over to where her phone had landed and she saw the back of it had come off. She picked up all the pieces, knowing full well that it probably couldn’t be fixed. Even so she picked up the pieces and put them in her pockets and she knew it was time for her to go home. . . time to face the music

Fab

this is really good
continue soon please

Cheers m'dears 4 all the comments lol !!

Some more should be up a little later tonight - depending on whether i'm watching DanceX and X Factor

Brill Jade
Cant wait to read more of this and all your others too

Cheers Lianne !

Section Six ___________________________________________________________________________________x

She took the long way home, in fact, she was reluctant to go home at all. However she knew she had to do it at some point, so she made her way back, still singing to herself under her breath. She climbed up the stairs to her house, her legs feeling like lead with each step. She fished around for her key and walked thought her front door. No one seemed to notice she had even come back.

Her dad was slumped on the sofa, his mouth wide open, his eyes shut and he was snoring - loudly. Sasha was disgusted. Her eyes travelled to the kitchen where her brother was sitting, a can of beer in one hand, his phone in the other. Once again, he was drunk - too drunk to care if she was around. Sasha made her way up to her room and closed the door shut loudly, hoping it would disrupt her family down below. She pushed her chair under her door handle so they wouldn’t be able to get in.

Then, unaware, she began to cry. She began chucking soft toy, after soft toy around her room and then she lay down on her bed and buried her head in her pillow. As she cried, her tears formed patterns on her pillow, as did the mascara which was leaking from her, now wet, eyelashes. Was it now, was it this moment which was the defining one? The one that made her make her mind up?

this is so good
cotninue soon

Cheers miss_hail !!

Won't be any for a while as i'm watching the athletics on the telly, but should be some up later in the afternoon/evening !!

Jayde___x

okey kokey
cant wait

Might be more up a little later hopefully !!

As promised !!

Section Seven______________________________________________________x

“Oi! Sash”, came Calvin’s voice up the stairs. Sasha ignored it and shoved her pillow over he head and screamed, her duvet muffling the sound. “SASH!”, he shouted again. Sasha threw the pillow onto the floor and got up, tears still streaming down her face. She walked over to her door, flung her chair out the way and stormed out the door down the stairs.

“WHAT?!”, she yelled, disturbing her dad from his, not so peaceful sleep. (Peaceful for him perhaps, but as for Sasha - it disgusted her)

“Alright, no need to get lairy now is there?!”, Clavin said, mocking her and laughing
“What do you want?”, Sasha asked sharply, trying hard not to cry any more. She didn’t want her family to see her cry.
“Are you crying?”
“No Calvin I’m not, okay?! Now what do you want?!”
“You are crying”, Calvin concluded
“Calvin don’t pretend you care. You’re too drunk to care about anything”, Sasha retorted wiping her face with the back of her hand.
“Why are you crying?”, Calvin asked stumbling over a pizza box on the floor
“Careful son!”, Leo cried, “There’s still good food in there!”.

Calvin and Leo burst out laughing. Sasha flipped and screamed, and then ran out the house for the second time in the day. Perhaps this was the time when she decided she wasn’t going to take any more?

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“Go after her!”, Calvin said and he pushed Leo off the sofa and out the door. Sasha who hadn’t got very far, looked round to see her dad.

“Oh what do you want?”, she snapped, shouting loudly, creating a scene for her and her