That's my name by the way.
Don't worry. If your not sniggering yet, you will be soon.
I spent my entirety of my teenage years entrapped in a residential school
My parents had great expectations of me and I guess they thought sending
me to a strict all girl school, where etiquette had its own hourly slot three
times a week. Would clean up my foul mouth and tighten my lose lips.
I hated it!
That was until Kirsty came into my life, and I discovered the benefits
Of having an all boys school backing onto our school playing field.
I was coming on for eighteen then. So I was an angel in some respects.
Until Annalise, Brett and Ethan happened.
I remained an angel in Ethan's eyes. 'My Angel' he would call me.
Even if that was the most unlikely description that anyone else would give of me.
That was until I found myself falling to sleep on a tear soaked pillow every night.
Dreaming of re-capturing that position. I fell in love with Ethan. Yep, a few days
after having my first male on female sexual experience, I feel head over feet.
He fell for me too. We just never admitted it to each other.
And that's where our problems began!
If I've learnt one thing about love, it's that if you feel something, then say it.
Don't wait for someone else to say it first! I know that now, but not without
learning the hard way. And that's what had Ethan getting some cheap, shitty
band of commitment, etched round his ring finger, and the ever nearing sound
of wedding bells looming over his head. And had me hurtling into self destruct mode.
Desperate to win him back. Only. I wouldn't say, in the most Angelic way.