An extract from my story.

I was 14 years and 9 months old when I first clapped eyes on Godden Green Clinic.
For all you who've never been there, Godden Green is a Psychiatric Clinic. A private one in the middle of nowhere. Well, It is the middle of nowhere if you've grown up in London, I suppose the People who live in Sevenoaks would disagree
Amid a year of wrong diagnoses, self pity, and cheap suicide attempts, you could say things had really gone downhill.
And, as I stormed into my local therapy centre on Thursday the 20th October 2005 it seemed everyone else had said that as well.

But perhaps I should begin further back. I was born in Portsmouth, England on the 19th of January 1991, I wish I could tell you more about that day but, it isn't in my memory to do so. It was a normal birth, and I had a red face and spindly fingers.
Apparently my mothers first words to me were "Hello, Monkey Face" perhaps that's why I was such a messed up kid.
We moved to London to a little flat in the south east when I was one. Everything from there was pretty average, Primary School came and went without anything that significant, A bit of bullying by the slightly taller kid but hardly anything that notable

And then came Askes. Haberdashers Askes Hatcham College, read a crooked blue sign at the edge of New Cross Road. The school itself towered over the rest of the street with the Gargoyles looking pretty ominous when the rain gushed out of their mouths and even the building reflected a certain, fear. But inside, it was just normal, state school. "Charlene Luvs Brad 4eva 01" was scrawled inside the bathroom cubicles and the stench of cigarette smoke was quickly covered up by Chanel no.5. One thing I must mention about Askes is that it is a "School of excellence" to give you an idea, Mothers fight in the street on the admissions days, 1000 applicants for 100 places, It was madness but supposedly it was worth it. However three years into my life as an askean, I'd worked out it wasn't.

*This is the opening page to a story I'm writing, It is about me in a weird sense, but not to ba a sob story, rather to be honest with myself... There are another 20 pages so far.. but I wont bore you with those........yet!*