Remember that the proceeds go to children’s literacy charities?
Well, now you can read reviews of the book at:
…and you can read an excerpt of my story below – enjoy!
…Finally she turns round and sees me. For a second, she just stares then she catches herself and decides to speak.
‘Got a lighter?’
‘Sorry, I don’t smoke. There might be some ma─’
She flared her nostrils; reminded me of a bull getting ready to charge.
‘Fuck’s sake,’ she said. ‘It’s all right for you.’
I was genuinely confused. All right that I didn’t smoke? I suppose, but…
‘You don’t have to put up with it like I do.’ She sounded agitated; she was pacing about, one hand on hip, the other waving her unlit cigarette.
‘What?’ I said, carefully as I could. I wasn’t really up for listening to her rant but I didn’t seem to be getting a choice.
‘Everyone fucking coming on to you all the time. Pawing at you. Smacking your arse…’
Now I was intrigued. ‘Who’s smacked your arse? Someone here?’ I instantly suspected Paul, the trainee butcher. I’d heard other girls complaining about him before. He wasn’t particularly nice to me either, but that’s another story…
If you want to know more about what inspired the story, you can read an interview with me here
(and with many of the other authors here)
And if you want, you can read the rest of my story (and all the others too) by clicking on one of the links below: