Memories
We all stood in a half –hearted circle getting ready for the new years count down. On the TV, the presenter and everyone else that was in London screamed “5 4 3 2 1 happy new year! All join in with auld lang syne!” so we sang.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
for the sake of auld lang syne?
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For auld lang syne!
As per usual on new year, my auntie and my Nan broke down in tears because my Granddad Morris died on new years eve of an asthma attack. But they weren’t the only people crying this year. My mums best friend Julie had been sent into hospital a few days previously. Her two daughters, Abigail and Samantha were crying a few minutes ago because Bryony, my younger sister put that titanic song on. That didn’t go down to well.
Chapter 2
She is dead Ian Abbie and Samantha all came round our house
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