Its brickwork is decorated with overlapping graffiti, which nobody will ever be able to wash off entirely, and the bright green paintwork on the windows and doors is now chipped and peeling, exposing the wood beneath. A long time ago, someone – a landlord hoping for a different sort of clientele,...
If we had the time and the inclination, we could walk there. But today, we’re getting the 27 bus from just behind Camden High Street instead. And hoping we don’t bump into anyone from school or, even worse, our parents. I’ve got out of double netball by saying I had to go to the doctor (just not ...
It’s the posh area, right next to Camden Town, about a twenty-minute walk from my house. Primrose Hill is picture-perfect, with old-fashioned street lamps and red telephone boxes outside huge, Victorian houses – the way London looks in movies. It’s full of expensive boutiques, restaurants and del...
Something’s going on at school today. Wherever I go, I can sense whispers, hear a low hum of words that I can’t quite make out. But I know they’re about me. And I know they’re not good. Girls chatter away until they notice I’m standing close to them, and then, spontaneously, the conversation seem...
OK, I’ll admit it wasn’t an accident, but I didn’t exactly plan it, either. It just happened, the way things you have some control over, but also know are inevitable, happen. The first time was so easy and it made me feel so good – for a short while, at least – that I had to repeat the experience...
I think Alex was still high on adrenalin from her party and excited about Ben. I couldn’t rest for all the competing thoughts in my head: thoughts about what had happened the night before, about having to deceive Alex and, most pressing of all, about Jack. Why had Jack rung Katie and, more worryi...