E i g h t e e n

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E i g h t e e n

O c t o b e r  3 1 s t

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A/N: A lot of flashbacks happen here, so there would be a lot of alternative POVs. So here's a symbol list;

[Italics] = Memory

[Italics Bold] = Thought

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1998 - Little Baddow

Most of the time, [Y/N] never went to the village center until now.

Chelmsford was just exactly sixteen minutes away, consisted of more shops compared to the number of houses itself. There was a big park that they always pass by as well as the high street with cobbled pavements and strewn-out bunting and mesmerising fairy lights. She liked to count how much electricity was needed to power all of fairy lights, which she would onto the fogged-up window.

So when they planned to go up to Little Baddow that day, [Y/N] was a little nervous. It seemed that everyone knew each other but she did not exactly why was it possible. She did not know anyone on her street apart from the Brindleys and the Summers.

Her mother explained to her on the way, walking beside her: "You need to get your hair trimmed and I need to head to Karen's."

They crossed the road and she notice immediately the whole scenery change. It was usually rolling hills and flat flood plains near her house, and now there's little cottages and stories of shops and houses.

The two had to stop by the shoe repair shop, since [Y/N]'s constantly breaking her Oxfords. Her mother told her she never wore anything apart from them and honestly: [Y/N] did not want to go over to the big department store where majority of her school shopped at the weekends.

She stood outside to wait since the whole place was bustling since it had opened. Her mother told her stay put - resulting her on finding the nearest perch of a staircase by the shop. Her eyes were alert, deducing the people around her even though it was very frustrating to get it accurately.

And she wished then that she had not been there at that time.

It was a set of four people. A couple of years older than her - two of them were girl whilst the others were boys. And [Y/N] knew then not to speak once their eyes were on her. The odd sided smile she sees most of the time and furrowed eyebrows and glares.

"Didn't know she was homeless." The girl with the plait spoke, arms folded.

The other girl snapped and replied, "Don't say that! Look at what she's wearing! She's one of those posh kids who live down where all the big houses are."

"Fuck." The boy bursted out laughing, "No wonder they put her two grades up. Her parent's probably paid the Grammar school. Poor kid, probably begged them cus' she couldn't get in."

The four were not even close to her, but it was hard not to find her figgers more interesting than the call of her mum.

However the worse thing came, and she did not even had to glance at the voice to feel her heart oddly pang deeply in her chest.

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