You had joined a private school, full of posh people, an hour from home. It was very difficult for your parents to afford. You lived in a small home with your 4 siblings and your parents, your mother pregnant with a girl.

Honestly, your parents weren’t nice. Your father drank lots. And your mother never left him. Your siblings were aged 18, 7, 4, and 2. The oldest being your brother … he always looked after you.

It was your first day. You knew two girls there, thankfully. At the last 4 schools you attended, you had been severely bullied. Beaten, stolen from, assaulted. It was horrible.

Things were already shit. You had just had a rugby ball hit you. It wasn’t your fault, well, it sort of was, you had run through the pitch rushing to get your bag you had left behind. And it hurt like crazy. You were now on the ground; your skirt unknowingly had blown up high.

One of the large rugby players rushed over, apologising over and over. The entire team surrounded you, some snickering.

When you looked up, feeling dizzy, you saw a tall guy. He must be in the year above you but looks much older. His hair is dark blonde; his eyes are brown. At least 6’4.