You said I should be careful what I say.

You said I should stop forgetting to do my duties.

You said I looked a mess.

You said I could cover up the bruises with make up.

You said you wouldnʼt hurt me again.

You said I should at least try to look presentable.

You said I bruise like a peach.

You said you wouldnʼt hurt me again.

You said I should smile more.

You said I was pathetic.

You said it could just look like an accident.

You said you wouldn't hurt me again.

You said I can't go out with my friends.

You said I should wear a turtle neck to cover the bruises.

You said I should try throwing up to lose weight.

You said you wouldn't hurt me again.

You said to the doctors that I fell down the stairs.

You said I would feel better once I got home.

You said you wouldn't hurt me again.

You said that you could send me back to the hospital if I wasn't careful.

You said you loved me.

You said that I shouldn't of frustrated you.

You said I bruise like a peach.

You said that it'll be okay because I can always cover the bruises with make up.

You said the cut will heal soon.

You said I should learn to keep my head down

You said just get a fringe it'll hide the burn.

You said that you wouldn't hurt me again.

You said that you wouldn't hurt me again.

You said that you wouldn't hurt me again.

You said I looked a mess.

You said I should try straightening my hair.

You said you'd shut me up for good if I wasn't careful.

You said that you deserved better that a scatter brain like me.

You said you loved me.

I was just sitting there on the usual bench in the park, nothing out of the ordinary. Casually just thinking of memories I have with my family and my friends. It was a breezy day with gentle winds that made the leaves on the oranging trees flutter. Unexpectedly I felt my heart burn not with anger, no the sort of burning warmth of happiness. It really was just the perfect day. My lips had twitched into a smile, making my eyes crinkle at the corners. I felt like there was bubbles floating around in my stomach, everything around me looked brighter more clear. This is the sensation of Happiness.

I'm in no hurry to worry,

But I don't think he's returning,

Yet I feel the burning of my heart,

Crushing of my lungs,

Blood rushing to my head,

But is this worry?

Or just a fever,

Maybe their just the same,

My friends would say I'm lame,

To worry over a boy,

Who had the fame for being,

Unfaithful,

Seeing his eyes made my insides melt,

And forget his rumour attached to the name,

This was unwise,

I understand now,

I thought I landed with a Prince,

He thought he landed with some random cow.

I stare blankly at the frost that is forming in intricate patterns on my window...perhaps of I watched it long enough I'd die of boredom. It's possible. As I get up, a sparrow lands on the window sill and stays perched there looking at me with its beady eyes. Eventually getting creeped out by the staring contest between myself and the bird I leave the room.

"Amber!?" My mother calls from the kitchen, she must of heard me going down the stairs.

I

"What?" I snap back, regretting my attitude immediately.

"I think I see the moving van coming round the corner, it must be the new neighbours!" My mum meets me at the bottom of the stairs brimming over with excitement.

"What's the big deal?" I roll my eyes though I am also quite looking forward to seeing who will be living next door. I sneak out the back door, slipping on the outdoor patio as I bolt towards the fence. The compost bucket feels unstable as I scramble onto it but I continue anyway, I peer over the fence. Some people may call this sort of behaviour creepy but I'd call it...well I guess it is kinda creepy. Whatever. Back to creeping. Right enough as my mother said a brightly coloured moving van is noisily making its way along the road. Closely following is a tired looking Range Rover. It would be disappointing if the neighbours were just some middle aged couple especially after all this suspense. The whole of bumble street consists of dull middle aged people it needs a little more variety.

"Bumble Street may of just gotten a little variety." I whisper to myself as a boy my age hops casually out the back door of the Range Rover. The boy is fairly tall with a head of jet black curls that contrasts with his tanned skin. As I go onto my tip toes to get a better look the lid of the compost bucket slides to the right causing me to flop onto the neighbouring bucket...making a lot of noise while doing so. I pull myself back on top of the bin only to jump right back off when I notice the boy looking in my direction...shoot. Pressing my face up to the fence, I look through the gap to my surprise the boy is laughing to himself. I can feel my cheeks turning pink...

I just go back inside admitting to myself that perhaps stalking isn't the best way to meet the new neighbours.

"What were you doing outside?" Mum looks up from her mobile as I walk in the back door.

"Er...Nothing," I mumble. Mum merely shrugs as a response, raising her eyebrows...it takes talent to shrug and raise your eyebrows at the same time. There's a knock at the door, we both look up at the same time.

"Go get that," Mum nods her head towards the door. I open the front door to reveal a plump lady with a round head and rosy cheeks her whole 'overly happy tourist look' completed with shoulder length hair and a fringe. The lady is smiling so widely her eyes have disappeared in between her eyebrows and her cheeks.

"Well hello there, neighbour!" The lady chuckles shrilly, I never knew it was possible to chuckle shrilly but I guess I know now. "My name is Susan, my family has just moved in next door!"

"Hello," I say, trying a friendly smile but probably grimacing instead.

"Hello, welcome to Bumble Street!" Mum walks over behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder "This is my daughter, Amber!"

"What a lovely name!" Susan beams putting her hand out to shake mum's hand "I'm sorry I didn't catch your name?"

"Oh...Sandra...my name's Sandra!" Mum takes her hand. I slip away up to my room as the exchange pleasantries.

Slumping onto my bed, I stare at the ceiling... So what have I achieved today?

1. I completely embarrassed myself in front of my new neighbour

2. I officially earned the title of 'The World's Worse Stalker'

3. I got through 4 seasons of 'Orange is the new black'

None of those 'achievements' are to be proud over. Whatever. My summer isn't completely going to be boring as Auntie Lauren will be visiting tomorrow. I glance at the clock. 6PM. Still quite early. Oh well I'll just go to sleep anyway... Not like I have anything better to do.

Everybody has heard of the seven dwarves, right? Of course! But have you heard of the other dwarf that just so happened to be pushed aside and forgotten? Your answer is most certainly a big fat NO! Nobody knows of the poor eighth dwarf, nobody has given him the slightest bit of credit. Well I am the eighth dwarf and this is my story that should of been heard a long time ago.

Most children can recite the seven names of all the dwarves... Dopey, grumpy, happy... So on but everyone forgets the last name which is my name... Nobody!

My name is NOBODY get that into your head and try not to forget about me this time. So the story of the other seven dwarves mainly revolves around Snowwhite, she is such a lovely girl. While the other dwarves were away singing 'hi-Ho hi-Ho off to work we go' over and over again... I was actually he one caring for Snowwhite. I'd help her make dinner and lunch, I'd go and collect berries and other such fruits as well as helping her clean. Snowwhite was the only one who remembered about me until she moved away with some Prince. I'm a rather fearless dwarf if I say so myself but I will never forgive myself for allowing Snowwhite to get poisoned by that evil witch, it's all my fault and I'm not the only one who thinks that. The other dwarves banished me in disgrace for not keeping an eye on dear Snowwhite when I was finishing up the roasted vegetable stew. The stew tasted really good but that didn't take away from the fact that Snowwhite could of died. I now live down in an apple orchard far away in a completely different country which I think was a little bit harsh. It's rather lonely at the orchard but I guess even if there were other people there they wouldn't notice me. I guess I'm doomed to an eternity of loneliness but I'm used to it. So next time you recite the all the dwarves don't forget to say my name too!

It is seriously disappointing news that my best friend, Hollie is spending the next 35 days in Australia. I mean if it were me after the first 2 days I'd leave once seeing the kangaroos, koalas and whatever. No offence to Australia I'm just perfectly happy staying in my nice cosy room away from the big Australian spiders. Yuck... I shudder just thinking about the spiders, household ones are bad enough. Back to the point. How am I going to survive my summer holiday without my best friend? Summer holidays are all about spending time with your best friend... Going camping, playing football... maybe I'll go mad and transform into a zombie hiding away in my room. I may even start throwing my own feces at my walls, brown certainly won't go with my pastel blue wallpaper. On the bright side perhaps the smell will scare off pesky parents. I glare at the ceiling. Can you die of boredom? If so I think I have all he symptoms and I'm not being dramatic. My summer is officially DOOMED.