1957.

Manchester to Liverpool, moving at 15 years old and leaving all of your friends behind wasn’t your ideal plan. However, you found yourself looking at your new home on Forthlin Road.

Most things were similar, the atmospheres.. the only thing which wasn’t was the people. You knew absolutely nothing about anyone, you had only your family to keep close.

Days went by slowly. The last couple of days you’ve tried to keep yourself occupied by exploring around Liverpool, catching buses and trying to remember the numbers, record shopping, walking along the Mersey River.. but it was no fun. You had nobody to do these things with.

It was a bright crisp morning, the sun shining and birds sitting across the wire. You, attempting to fulfill your boredom before school, found yourself looking out of your bedroom window. Looking out of your bedroom window now became the norm, I mean.. what else was there to do?

You looked towards the small front yard of the house next to you. Number 20. You were about to go to your new school, an all girls school, and were getting ready to leave and catch the bus. You saw two boys leave, one looking around your age, and one slightly younger. You made the assumption that they were brothers. Your eyes followed them as they walked towards the bus stop.

The two boys walking towards the bus stop peaked your curiosity, as knowing nobody. Maybe it would be nice to make friends with the neighbours.