Dear Child,
The morning was Sunday and that meant that I had absolutely nothing to do so I crawled back under the covers to try immerse myself between the thin sheets to hide the shame upon my face from the last night. I couldn’t stand the see my awful face in the mirror to see the smudges of black mascara from eyes filled with tears as I had cried in utter embarrassment from my run through the darkness last night. Though, Saturdays were always better than Sundays, and not just because we got to choose our lunch meal from a better selection of food, but it was particular good because the boys had a touch game out at another school so that meant that I was safe from seeing James’ face for a short while. I was no good collapsed under my sheets of protection and replaying the nightmare in my mind once more. By wallowing in self disgust would not be the best way to go about this situation whist the rest of the world was out and about- alive for the day.
And somewhere in the pit of that hole I felt in my heart I summoned up the courage to escape my cocoon of blankets and sheets to face the real world.
Love Ebony May xoxo
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Catching Chase (ON PAUSE)
RomanceFor 14 year old Ebony May Jones, things have not always been easy. Living in a dis-functional family who's only form of communication is when asking for the salt or pepper. Nothing ever seems as it should in her life. Even her early introduction int...
