It was a cold, dull December evening, the clouds hung, leaden, in the sky. A thin sheet of drizzle clung to my school blazer and my hair. I walked briskly, eager to leave the school gates behind.
The biting winter cold slowly chilled my bones as I made my way home to the towering block of run down council flats. A large "OUT OF ORDER" sign was plastered on the grey metal doors of the lift so I was forced to take the stairs.
My thighs burned as I reached the top of the stairs. The nauseating smell of old urine permeated my nostrils, causing me to retch.
Finally, I flung open the door to the flat I called home.
