Chapter 5
The house is loud this evening and filled with the usual arguments over stolen make-up, overrun bathroom times and imaginary boyfriends.
These ‘boyfriends’ are the hot topic in the house. Of course, none of the girls have a boyfriend, but they like the sound of it so much, the normality of it, and they so desperately want to be wanted, that pictures of random guys who are so obviously models from a catalogue, appear on their phones with stories of ‘till death do us part’ kinda love.
These stories always amuse me and sometimes, if I’m in the mood, I would sit with the girls in the lounge or at the dinner table and listen to those stories, questioning the ever-changing details.
I sit at my desk in my pyjamas, finishing off my English homework. My favourite radio station plays i
