Reaching into her bag she retrieved her last stick of chewing gum. As she unwrapped the gum she planned her nights TV viewing. Tonight it was Eastenders. It had been getting boring, but the last episode hinted that things might soon change. The empty gum wrapper falling from her hand, she stepped into the local corner shop.
Kirsty made her way to the magazine shelf and started looking through the large variety of teen magazines. Having made her selection she looked around the shop. There was an old, smelly man looking at a top shelf publication. He looked her way and ripple of disgust ran down her spine. The shopkeeper was busy serving a customer.
In the background, the dulcet tones of Travis tinly radiated from what appeared to be the worlds oldest working radio.
She looked around again, the smelly old man had gone back to his grot mag. The shopkeeper was still dealing with the customer. Deftly, she slipped the magazines into her bag, and with a final last look around the shop, absconded.
Humming Gareth Gates latest offering she quickly covered the distance to her house. On entering, she disarmed the alarm and chucked her coat onto the nearest empty peg. Taking the steps three at time, she headed upstairs to her room. Jumping onto her bed, she lay there for a moment, contemplating. Kirsty glanced at her watch, then reached into her bag to retrieve the magazines.
Downstairs the front door opened and closed. She ignored it. It was only her mother after all. Kirsty looked around for the TV remote. Not finding it, she thumped the on switch. As the opening credits and music of Neighbours reverberated around the room, she walked over to her Blue poster. She stopped in front of it and reflected for a moment. Wi... Læs hele novellen
