Truth time, since I've spent most of the holiday talking to my godfather about some things, Desmond about some others, my aunt about a few and my father and Shaun, even for the last few things that are specific to my future in our little cult.
I'm eighteen in thirteen days.
I'm sitting A-levels in May and June.
I had another bloody fit, this one including sound effects and other fun assorted party tricks whilst trying to review some of the math this morning too.
My team's meant to start training for matches next month. I won't be with them for a couple reasons and,honestly, in all of this. I'm going to come out and tell the truth.
I'm scared.
That's why I need it to be him. That's why I need to prove myself so badly, to make him notice that I can be good for him, and make him proud, and not turn out like my brot...like Jack.
Like Jack who took so much away from me before I even had a chance to make it mine. Maybe he was scared once too.
Good bet
everybody's kind of scared, here, while we wait to see what way the wind blows, huh?