Mummy, I'll never forget that day; the day it all went wrong.
You were at my hockey match in the front row and we were thrashing the Kilingham primary 7-2, it was nearing the end of the slightly tedious match (at least for me in goal); Kilingham's best player (centre forward) neared the goal. My blood swirled. I took a final deep breath. She shot. It missed. In slow mo it soared towards you, like a cartoon and knocked you straight out. I looked at you, long gone.
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Broken
Teen FictionWhen her mother is condemned to hospital with a coma, 10 year old Evie is left to look after her at her bedside; every day Evie feels her mother slipping further and further into death, is there anyway to make it end...?
