Well no technically its my second post, my first being on bloggers.com which i didnt like.
So we've started with a lie
And here's the second one:
Chicago is not my real name.
There are too many people in my life who could be hurt by me being honest about who i am, although if they do get their suspicions it is going to be painfully obvious.
Because I live quite a surreal life for a teenager in her gsces year.
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After Casualty Earlier:
" Mum, dont rush yourself. 'A' can quite easily go get the wheelchair." A - Otherwise known as my stepdad - went to get the wheelchair, after I proved my point as Mum lost her footing and slipped back onto the sofa.
After i had manouvered the wheelchair as close as i could get to the sofa i watched my mum get in the wheelchair and then struggle to wheel herself to her bedroom and finally with A helping her into bed.
"I've definately over done it today". We all knew that straight away when she came in from shopping at Asda and Rosebys and god knows where else today. She mainly went shopping because although it's her birthday tomorrow, Mum is the one hosting the celebration, and therefore had to go to Asda to buy the necessary food for the clan.
Some people might find that a little bit ironic.
