CHARLIE

Charlie

Its 6:10am on a misty chilly September morning on a Tuesday 2005.The place…Midsummer Downs, a tucked away town deep in the heart of Wiltshire, England. Megan Rose a typical teenager though intelligent, caring ,considerate and loving to her family but sometimes truth stretching and mischievous is woken for school by her mum, A loving ,caring mum with a good sense of humour , though sensibly strict, very protective of her children and independently strong. “Come on Meg, time to get up for school!” Called her mum in her North East accent as that is where she originally hailed. “Coming mum... I’m just stretching!” replied Megan with a stretchy, yawn voice. Megan got up and sleepily walked down the stairs and headed into the living room and sat down to her favourite breakfast that mum had already prepared. Tea and biscuits... Chocolate digestives and Rich tea were always a favourite of Megan’s. Whilst enjoying her 20 minute breakfast period Megan and her mum chatted about Megan’s lessons of that day, her favourite’s, not so favourite’s, nice teachers, not so nice teachers. Megan didn’t really dislike any lessons or teachers apart from Mr Bates the History teacher, she was quite balanced and level headed about school and school life. Her only groan was with the early mornings but her mum assured her she would get used to them eventually and it was only because she was a fledgling at secondary school that had only just started at the beginning of that term. After breakfast Megan got dressed for school and checked she had all the relevant equipment for that day in her school bag, which on some days could be quite heavy for her 5ft 1inch, 6 stone slim frame. 7:45 am and the doorbell rang as it did every school day at that time. It was Brodie, Megan’s best friend…a laid back loyal friend and a good six or seven inch’s taller than Megan and a good two stone heavier give or take. They were good friends and Megan’s mum approved of Brodie and always carefully helped patch up any silly disagreements the two girls sometimes had. Megan’s mum was in the kitchen cleaning the breakfast dishes away, “I’m going now mum!” called Megan. “Not without a kiss you’re not!” Replied her mum walking from the kitchen to the front door. Megan gave her mum a kiss before she set off for her twenty five/ thirty minute walk to school to attend tutor registration for 8:30am.