Harriet Turner
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Harri rushed along the corridors her footsteps bouncing off each and every wall around her. She sighed in frustration, she was in an extremly prickly mood today and her blue eyes were cold and unresponsive.
She had just returned from Brightstone where she had seen her Uncle. Her parents as usual were not there. They had been far too busy to come and see their only daughter, and the fact that they were in New Zealand made her blood boil. She paced up and down the corrridor her face contorted with fury and her heart beat fast adn irregular. Her mind was trying to unscramble the mystery that she called her life. She was 11 years old, yet she had experiences of those much older.
Though these memories were prominant in her mind she was still a child. She felt vunerable and abbandoned. She loved her parents dearly but they rarely seemed to return the affection. As she paced faster and faster her mind raced quicker and quicker. She craved a distraction but looking around her she could think of nothing, so her pacing would have to occupy her for now.
She had just returned from Brightstone where she had seen her Uncle. Her parents as usual were not there. They had been far too busy to come and see their only daughter, and the fact that they were in New Zealand made her blood boil. She paced up and down the corrridor her face contorted with fury and her heart beat fast adn irregular. Her mind was trying to unscramble the mystery that she called her life. She was 11 years old, yet she had experiences of those much older.
Though these memories were prominant in her mind she was still a child. She felt vunerable and abbandoned. She loved her parents dearly but they rarely seemed to return the affection. As she paced faster and faster her mind raced quicker and quicker. She craved a distraction but looking around her she could think of nothing, so her pacing would have to occupy her for now.