chapter 1
I held the lit match, careful not to drop it. I twisted it with my thumb and index finger, inspecting it as the flame gracefully moved down the thin wooden stick. When it starting biting at my finger I was quick to blow it out. I lit another match like I had an endless supply and used this one to light my candle, then like always watched the flame climb down the stick until it hurt my fingers.
I got my homework out of my backpack and set it out on my desk. I had homework for almost every lesson. I was so behind. I could blame it in the fact my mother died but that was 2 months ago. I have to move on from that now. Whatâs the point of holding on to something that is in the past now? I live with my dad now. His girlfriend is pregnant, with a boy. Dad left us after he found out that mum had cancer. He apparently couldnât deal with the stress. Thats what he does, he runs away when things start becoming complicated or stressful. Heâs a coward. And now I have to live with him. I could say thatâs it fun, but that would be a lie. I hate him and his horrid girlfriend. Who just leaves someone they love when there at there lowest? I donât have any good childhood memories with him, there all just me and mum.
