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 b...

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, b...