The Home Route : Part 2 Her steps full of caution, Allie shoved open the rusting gate as the sounds of roaring car engines became muffled by the slow and painful squeal of the decaying gate. A handful of orange-brown rust crumbled into Allie's delicate hands, staining her palm and leaving a fraction of the old gate bare. She stumbled in, feeling the gravel crunch under her feet, the leaf piles bustling and the wind rattle through her hollow head that never took information in. Allie took a jumpy breath as she looked towards the rest of the moonlit park and knew that out there, somewhere was the exit that came out by her small street, the street that made her feel safe.

The Home Route : Part 1 Allie dashed out of detention, sprinting down the road, looking, hoping that she hadn't missed the last bus. But she was too late. Allie saw the misty grey fumes swirling into the distance, the staring, vibrant red brake lights fading and the diesel smell that always tickled her nose, was overthrown by the sweet sunset air. She ran as fast as possible to the next stop, only a few blocks ahead but yet again, she wasn't fast enough. She sighed in desperation as she looked at the time. 5:15. Her mum would start to panic soon. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the local park as a newspaper floated down to her feet. The headline read, "MURDER IN MAYFIELD PARK CAUSES COMPLETE SHUT DOWN OF THE NEW PLAYGROUND PROJECT". Allie shivered as she stood by the padlocked gates of Mayfield Park. Her only way of getting home.

Bathroom Beliefs For Girls Left foot first into the bath, And you'll marry a man to make you laugh. Comb your hair before it's dry, And you'll marry a man to make you sigh. Forget to dry between your toes, And you'll marry a man with a runny nose. Wash your face without the soap, And you'll marry a man who'll be a dope. Forget to rinse around the sink, And you'll marry a man whose armpits stink. Brush your teeth before you wash, And you'll marry a man whose awfully posh. Never wash or keep yourself clean, And you'll marry... No one You know what I mean. Written by John Coldwell Until I have time to write my own #poems and stories (which will be very soon!!!) I will be posting other #poems. XxX

Friend F is for Faithful no matter what comes. R is for relaxing together as chums. I is for inspiration to face each new day. E is for encouragement for when skies are grey. N is for nice to talk with all the day long. D Is for devoted to a friendship that's strong.