Anna Lowe

'I squeezed through the narrow gap and out into the hallway and I stood for a moment, unable to decide where to go. Should I make a dash for the kitchen, where my mother would be swigging from a bottle? Or should I run upstairs and try to find somewhere to hide? It was a choice I didn't really...

I HATED BATH time. The prospect of it hung Uke a black cloud over almost every single day. As soon as I got home from school, Vd start to dread it. Fd glance repeatedly at the clock in the kitchen or the one on the ugly mantelpiece in the living room and wish that the hands would stop turning...