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liquid hand soap, a Biro, notepad with envelopes, and two second-class stamps. He felt wonderful and praised himself. I can do it alone. I don’t need her. I’m closer to contacting my dad and I must find out who put the furniture and stuff in. I need to know.
As he left the shop, he noticed a rack of national and local papers. It wasn’t the headlines that caught his eye, but the date. Tomorrow was his fourteenth birthday. This called for a celebration, so he walked smartly to the centre and went inside the bakery where he bought a Cornish pasty and a jam tart. Afterwards, he considered returning to the spot by the wall another day, to chance his luck once more.
John knew the whereabouts of every CCTV camera in the town centre and slipped under many more at every opportunity. He’d found a new route to and from Heath Road. Hurrying between back streets, a park, and passing the Jolly Sailor pub, he was soon heading back home to his shed. On the way, tucked in between two houses, he’d spotted a barber’s shop. If I am given any more money, I’ll have my hair cut short. I despise having it butchered by Mum.
Walking across the factory yard, he thought about his mum and how she’d changed. Until now, he’d been unfazed by her dominance and cast his mind back to his life in Nestonbrook. He’d never had the chance to think or act for himself because she’d always had the last word. He’d never wanted to be friends with the Morris boys as they were horrid, and his best friend was Robin, but his
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