Jess

Jessica Elwood looked around her bedroom at all the posters of Nick Henderson, she would be sorry to leave them all, but she knew which one she had to take with her. His smile was so familiar to her. It felt like it had been part of her all her life. His was the last face she saw when she closed her eyes at night and the first face she saw when she opened them the next morning.

She listened to Nick singing all the time, especially on the way to her Saturday job. She had lied to Mr Bashir, who owned the local corner shop and newsagent about how old she was. She'd told him she was fourteen, well it wasn't a lie anymore, today was her birthday.

Her mum had forgotten, but that was nothing new, half the time she couldn't remember her name. Tonight, she would cook something nice for them both she just hoped that none of her 'uncles' would be at the house. Still, if one of them were at home, she would, nip out and get a Chinese.

She kept the house as clean as she could, but it was difficult