I take a deep breath in. Absorbing every piece of the fresh clean air. I grab hold of the deep squelchy mud and grasp hold of grass, feeling the cold freshness of the plant. The sun shiny with all it’s hear and warming me from the inside. I climb to the top of the tallest hill and look out to the distance and see my old brown house with many colours of flowers. The house has five windows, two doors. I sleep in the attic, it is how I like everything, it’s mine. My bed, my rug, my posters, my music, my clothes, my life. My room is covered in animals I like, music I like, or my favourite colour, blue. I look down the hill to see my best mate Matt coming up to see me. He has been my best mate for as long as I can remember, and if I need help I would always go to him first. But little did I know I would have to say the thing that has been on my mind for ages….

By Sophie Evans