I once was all over the news for a story that broke everyone’s hearts. Now that memory is at the back of everyone’s minds, never to be remembered again. I remember it so well, what happened. I remember when I was found, in a bruised heap. I still remember my hero’s name. But who else will? What about all the other victims, yet to suffer my pain. Will they be forever remembered or will the memory be as buried as gold? So my story now lies with you. Will you remember my story? And will you remember the stories to come?

I had a friend once, Sometimes she stuck up for me, Sometimes she didn’t, And although she hurt me hard, I now know how to let go.

My locket is my most valued possession. My grandma didn’t have much money, however when she saw a small locket in a charity shop window, it was like staring at gold. Her heart opened up when she wore it because a special someone would always be next to her heart.

She gave it to me before she died, and inside was a picture of me and her on summer vacation. It may not be worth much, this locket, but my grandmas love is with it, and her love is worth more than anything money can ever buy.