Post by Emma Dixon on Apr 3, 2014 18:33:31 GMT
Emma (19) kicked the stones in her path out her way, as she groaned at the thought of horrid things the guys at Uni did. "Freak" they echoed around her mind. "Loser!" they grew louder and she tried to shake them out her head. "No one will ever like you!" this was the turing point, she picked up a stone and threw it at the wall, creating a small crack in it. As she moaned and sulked she noticed a tall boy about her age covered in bruises, his shirt was ripped and his trousers were almost off, and scattered around him were ripped scrunched work papers and snapped pencils, the boy was in a tuck position sitting outside the entrance of Oxford University. Emma walked up to the boy and knelt down. "Are you okay?" she asked sitting herself next to him.
