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Walking on pebbles

I must have been nine years old small a petite figure with mousey brown hair and big greeny blue eyes, when I first found out we were defiantly moving to Leeds. My mum, Theresa met Ian, my step dad in 1993 and then my little sister, Rebecca popped out so they decided to get married. I remember the wedding day so clearly I was in a pale lilac dress with flowers and my hair was up in what my mum called a sheinon, my older sister Jessica was in a pale pastel coloured dress that did wonders for her curvaceous figure. My mum also wore a lilac dress and scarf, she looked so beautiful with her long dark hair and pale complexion she reminded me of those models that had natural but different looks. We didn’t have enough money to have a big fancy wedding instead mum invited who mattered and had a quaint little registrar wedding and for afters we all went to a place called the, Ferret Hall Bistro.

  Ian currently lived in Leeds and he toed and frowed from his house to our house it was difficult for mum and Ian at times not being able to spend what they called ‘quality time’ together. At nine years old I could tell there was tension on there relationship for some time with Ian wanting us all to move to Leeds but mum not hundred percent sure, it was difficult on the family. When Mum finally did decide that moving to Leeds was probably the best option we sold our house, which was your typical three bedroom semi, little garden and a conservatory that I converted to a playroom. I had the biggest room as being the youngest for ten years I was use to getting what I want so as you can imagine I had a lot of toys. We moved temporarily into my grandmas (my mums mum) which was awful there was Rebecca, Jessica, Ian, my Mum and my grandma in a very small 3 bedroom house with another bouncing bundle of joy on the way, yes Mum was pregnant again.

   Once we moved to Leeds Mum had, had the baby it was her first and only boy and she called him Mark. I had to share a room with Rebecca; Jessica decided to stay with grandma for her last year of high school. There was a lot of work to be done on the house but the priority was to convert the loft into my room. I started at the local primary school called St.Pauls. My first day was really scary I had to wear black pumps and their uniform which consisted of blue tie, blue jumper, blue shirt and black skirt. I walked into the classroom full of all these strange faces, some warm and welcoming some that freaked me out some that appealed to me some that didn’t, the teacher sat me next to Suzy.Tarpey and Melissa.Fox. It took me about a week to properly settle down and form a circle of friends, there was about six of us in my group. We kind of rivalled with the ‘animal lovers’ where my future best friend belonged. We were enemies for no real reason I guess just because you have to have competition. My friends were Kirsty she was tallish brown hair and always hyper, Marysia was very tall thin and had blonde hair, Emma was just a bit taller than me she had brown hair and pale skin, Sasha was very tell with mousey blonde hair and Sarah was about Kristy’s height with blonde hair and very thin. Out of them all I was closest to Kirsty and we both spent most of our weekends together. The year I was there I felt I made an impact, I mean I made many friends and I went out with a boy called Charles.Marshall. Residential was coming up and everyone was really excited a whole week climbing, socialising, walking and generally getting dirty mmm that’s the life. Nothing that exciting happened on residential we all had a good time and I was sad to go home. The summer holiday arrived pretty quickly; it wasn’t a particularly exciting summer. I spent most of my time with Kirsty soaking up on the sun. My family and I went to our usual ‘unique’ holiday house in beadnell. It was the typical family get away, self catering and the beach was right around the corner. Mark and Rebecca were still very small and a lot of hard work for mum. It made if difficult to have a good time together. Jessica had just turned fourteen and I was ten, eleven in three months. Jessica and I spent our time on the pure white sand and swimming in the aqua blue sea. We both had wetsuits mine was black and pink with a small penguin on. Together we had a dingy and we played many shark attack game in it. Although we were quite old to be playing games like that we still had our imaginations and loved using them. Some people might say this was a way of avoiding growing up and I guess to some extent it was, after all high school was right around the corner and I had no idea what was in store for me. The summer seemed to depart as quick as it had arrived and soon I was back into gloves and scarfs.

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        First day of high school crept up like a frost on a winter night. I was dressed in three sizes to big blazer and a skirt that looked more like a lamp shade than anything else. My hair was tied back all scrapped back, I hadn’t added any style to it as I do now. Kay and I travelled to school together although we were enemies at primary school she lived right around the corner and we had started to get on. The corridor seemed to get longer the further we walked my stomach was churning and my mouth was ...

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