shaun’s POV
Luckily our manager had been able to book us in on the next flight to
coffs harbour. I wanted to do an instore between shows and coffs was
perfect. About 40 minutes later our flight was called. I got stuck
sitting next to some old lady which was boring and I fell asleep about
half way. I woke up just before we got to coffs and there were about
ten people waiting for us at the airport. Two physco girls screamed at
ran at bradie taking heaps of photos and talking non stop. Bradie who
was the most patient looked scared covered it up and posed for
pictures and signed autographs. There was one particuarly girl who
caught my eye, she was wearing all black with gold nike hightops, her
hair was dark and spiky and her makeup dark. I smiled at her and she
smiled back but her eyes were far away. She was shy, I wasn’t used to
shy girls most fans just threw themselves at me but she seemed
different.When everyone had photos and autographs we left and drove off waving.
That night everyone else
got drunk and went slightly crazy but my mind was on the dark haired
girl I needed to know her name, I woke up before everyone the next
morning and had a shower before dressing in my blackest skinnie jeans
and a horeur shirt. I was doing my hair by the time everyone got up
taking panadol and drinking coffee sleepily forcing themselves to get
ready. When we arrived at sanity there was about 50 kids, this was
going to be fun smaller crowds always were. I heard yelling so I ran
out and saw ‘that girl’ wearing all black again being yelled at.
Another girl who looked about 14 was screaming her head off at the
pretty girl. she didn’t get to finish her rant because I ran out and
grabbed the girl in black pushing the other girl out of the way, I
swear I had seen her before. She threw something hard at us hitting
the girl on the back of her head, I lead her behind to our makeshift
backstage area she was crying her eyeliner going all smudgy and
running down her cheeks.
I asked her what her name was and who the
girl who was yelling at her was, she replied in little more than a
whisper ‘im ashley, she’s taylor, my ex best friend’.i grabbed her
hand and held it slowly sliding my fingers up her wrist. I noticed her
wrists were all sort of uneven feeling and when I looked at them I saw
heaps of uneven scars. She realised I had noticed and pulled her arm
away quickly. ‘why are you being so nice and not running away
screaming?’ Her voice was so sweet, her face wet with tears. She even
