One Last Time

Chapter One

Life hasn't been kind to me for the whole nineteen years of my life. I was born on July 14th 1995 in North Middlesex hospital. It was thunder and lightning at the time so the power was out at the time so it was exactly a good start to the world. To top it off I wasn't exactly healthy either. I had a small heart murmur that was causing me some difficulty and with the power being out there wasn't much hope for me. I've only been told snippets about my birth because mum doesn't exactly like talking about how I almost didn't make it. Thankfully something happened or what my mum calls her miracle the storm passed quickly and I was put into an incubator.

I had to have surgery on my heart which was able to close the small opening in my heart. I grew up to be healthier but with only a few problems. I wasn't able to do a lot of sport due to my condition as I would become out of breathe quicker or become dizzy. That was a problem for me because you see I like many other kids at the age of four loved sports. My condition stopped my from making many friends at primary school due to the fact i was never allowed to join in when playing dodgeball or run outs. It sucked not being able to play with the other kids but as time when on and I moved up to secondary school I grew to kind of hate sports with a vengeance. I had friends sure but not any close ones. I've always liked my own company and a good book to tell you the truth. Now days my condition doesn't really hold me back it just turns into a chest pain or shortness of breathe but I can easily deal with it.

I lived with my mum and Steve my step-dad. Had been since I was about eleven. I'm not going to go into details about my real dad because to be really honest it hurts too much. When I was around twelve they had their first kid Robert and two years after they had Mary. Even though these two little terrors are my half brother and sister I don't see them as that at all. It's nice to have someone who pulls on my hair or steals things from my wardrobe. I remember when I was about sixteen and I was sitting in my room and I heard a small giggle from my wardrobe. Mary crawled inside and pulled everything off the hangers. Most people would scream and shout but, Mary has that one kid that you can't stay mad at. Robert on the other hand is a little shit. He moans about being the only boy and not getting as much as Mary and I get but honestly you don't see me sitting here with a PlayStation 4.

Like I said I lived with my mum and Steve. I moved out a couple of months ago to live with my boyfriend Matt. We've been together about two years now and before you go saying wow two years and you live together me and Matt have known each other longer than two years. His dad worked for the same company as my dad used to so when there were work dues me and Matt used to talk well try at least. It wasn't until year eight that we became really good friends and soon after best friends. He was my only friend I had but, it didn't bother me. He made me happy and that's all that matters. Well Matt and I live in a small apartment in London Just near Leicester square. It's big enough for what we need and the rents cheap so that's a bonus. Matt works at the BBC broadcasting house as an assistant to one of the editors. It's always been his dream to work in television so he followed it unlike me.

I'd always wanted to be a writer. Not an author for adults or anything like that but a child's book author. My mum always said I had a passion for creating fantasy stories for Mary and Robert when they were little and they'd always want me instead of mum or Steve to put them to bed. But of course that dream went down the drain and now I work in a small restaurant in Leicester square that honestly no one knows about unless you stumble upon it. It not big or fancy or expensive it's just nice and the boss Michael is a sweetheart. It's not the best job and I've come to despise it over the last couple of months but, I got on with it.

So as I pull on my plain black t-shirt and black skinny trousers. I think about my life and where it has taken me. My mother is always talking about small miracles that happen when you least expect it. And for the past nineteen years of my life I've began to wonder if there's any such thing as miracles.