your summer holidays were a polar opposite to any of your friends. days spent cooped up inside sitting with the tension that seethed it’s way into the once stable, loving family home. nights laid up in bed listening to your parents yet again yelling and arguing until it boiled over into divorce. a separation ripping apart everything you once knew

moving to manchester with your mum wasn’t something you wanted to do. neither was starting a whole new school and having to find a bunch of new friends. you could practically feel the gazes of the other students within your first class while the teacher introduce you then gestured towards a free chair to sit in - right next to simon riley

he seemed to be one of the more popular, cooler kids. sat at the back of the class in a slumped manner with some other lads. a judgement had already been made about you in his mind as you sat down while he made a mocking gesture about your neat uniform

‘aren’t ya a little posh to be at a manchester school darlin’?’

simon teased while nudging you in the side with his elbow clearly unbothered by the lesson taking place at the front of the class