Ok so this is really rough, I'm not too sure where I'm going with it but give me as much advice as you all can I really need it, thanks xx
‘I’m sitting in my mothers room at present, it isn’t a pretty room, far from it in fact. The wallpaper is bright and flowery; the curtains are those, which belong in a child’s, room, covered in hearts and teddy bears. The carpet clashes horribly, it is a deep red, completely out of place with the rest of the room. The only thing attractive in my mothers room is a large, comfortable bed, which is surrounded by an elaborate white furniture piece.
I’m sitting on the bed; I sit here often for it is the only place I seem to find any peace. It holds many memories for me, this bed it is the place I read my first Harry Potter book, the place I first began to write, the place where I’ve laughed and cried, sang and sulked. You ask me why my mothers room and I feel I have little sufficient answer to that. I share my own room and it is often invaded by the chirping of my sisters giggling friends my mothers room was always the place I took refuge and remains so to this day.'
Today though the house is silent and there is only me here, left alone on this sea of a bed with a thin envelope in my hands and black tinted tears running of my too long nose. My vision is blurred but it matters not I have read the important part, the part which states my future.’
How long ago this piece of writing seems, the day I got my letter, the feelings I felt then. Oh how things have changed, my future is not the heaven I imagined back then. My present is as far from heaven as even I could have imagined back then. Let me explain where things went wrong, let me tell you about my life so far.[/b]
