EMMA
I gazed at the large family portrait on the wall one last time before leaving for the party.
I hung it on the wall of Zyk and my room. It consisted of me, my mate, Trisha and my father. I made us take it yesterday and it came out really well. We were all dressed so smartly, and I even had make-up on and everyone in the photo looked genuinely happy. Trisha’s smile was the widest, while my mate’s arms was securely wrapped around my shoulders. He was grinning.
Carla would have been among us in the photo but she left in the wee hours of yesterday. She left without listening to what I had to tell her about where she was heading to. Even though she said she wasn’t running away, I knew that was exactly what she was doing but she had no idea she would be running straight into whatever wa
