The girls’ holiday

YOU’LL never guess what I found. From our childhood,” Carly said. “You’ll have to give me a clue,” Juliet said. “Well, it’s something we used to wear all the time.” “Legwarmers? Shell suit? Day-Glo so

Isn’t there something a bit… I don’t know… less morbid you could be researching?” Bella looks up from the papers strewn across the kitchen table, the print-outs and scans of newspaper articles. Her mu

S tella is quicker than usual eating her breakfast. Taking worried glances out of the window just in case the cornflower blue sky might fill with dark, angry clouds, the sun obscured behind a mass of

Michelle was disappointed when she discovered that there weren’t any biscuits in the welcome pack, but after telling herself that she shouldn’t eat so many sweet things anyway, she made herself a coff

HEY, watch where you’re goin’! Bloomin’ boys!” Resisting the urge to shake her fist, Elena Brown bent to pick up the contents of the basket that one of the neighbour boys had knocked from her arm as t

Could a silly mistake really help to heal Emma’s heart?