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She smiled at the strange drawing. As Indigo walked away she smiled. 'Freak', 'Loser'. That was rich coming from Michaela's boyfriend, Jordan. He was so ashamed of being gay that he hid it by going out with Michaela. Indigo had told him that there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay, and if people gave him shit for it, screw them! He just blackmailed her into not telling. Indigo did not care. They have their lives and she has hers. She was so lost in thought that she bumped into to Sam. "Oops!" he whispered. "Sorry." Indigo mumbled  "Hey Indie, How's it a-hangin?" "Fine… its fine, Sam." Indigo smiled "Indigo, I w

                                Chapter one                  Boy, Birthday and Bonkersness 　 I wake up with a jolt and a sigh of relief  I'm in the van, Mum's van. It's my birthday ,12 today. I get out of bed and stumble in the moving van though to the front. Mum is making pancakes and Lucy the mad little afghan hound lies at her feet. Flora is sitting at the table munching her pancake "Happy Birthday Fae!" she is saying. "Thanks Flo, Morning Mich!" I call up to my step dad. "Yeah, Happy B-Day" he calls back. I look back at mum and Lucy is gone but mum holds a huge thick pancake balancing precariously on a tiny plate. It has tw

The girl wondered over to the crowd. They were all laughing. It stopped when she arrived. The people where in their own worlds. No one noticed Indigo. She was walking through the corridor of her large secondary school. She was headed towards Michaela. The blonde popular one. She was sitting with a group of her friends, laughing. As soon as they saw her they stopped. "Hi, Michaela." She said, looking her directly in the eye. Michaela looked at her. "can I help you?" "I have that book you wanted." "excuse me?" "From the school library" " Why do you have it?" "To give to you." "Whatever." Indigo handed her the book. It was called 'BOYS,

THE GIRL WITH THE KEY NECKLACE As she sat alone she began to play with the key. She often found herself doing so, in the car, on the bus… anywhere. It hung around her neck on a silver chain. It was always there. Always had been. The key itself was beautiful. It was also silver and had intricate patterns. It was almost heart shaped.  The girl got up, this is where the story begins. Are you ready? Indigo was alone as usual. Mum wasn't home and wouldn't be for hours. Times like are her favourite times. Imagining times. Indigo is not your average 13 year old. She is not popular. She is bottom of the social group. All because of one day. No