Meet Lola’s past

Actions and reactions also make you the person you are.

Your past that brought you to the futrue also makes up who you are.

Not quite an anaswer to the challenge, but an answer to everything else.

I grew up in a small town, not far from I am now, where everyone knew my name.

Trust me- I could not leave my house without someone asking me "How's Mother?" "How's Father?"

Sounds Idyllic right?

Well I drowned in it.

Always having to live up to mum, dad, brothers. I tried to be me, but everyone saw that as wrong, as being sad, as being depresed! By the way my Maths GCSE was a B, my brother got the A.

I wanted to run away, away from all of it, away to a big city where noone knew me, and I did, a university course at the greates biggest city you can imagen. I made so many freinds, met so many people, but soon they learnt my name and expected me to live up to well.... not my family, no, they never met my family, but expected me to live up to well... everything I am... I guess, expected me live up tooooo just being myself.......

Then under the wieght of trying to live up to the grade I created for myself in year 1, I cracked. I cracked under the pressure I put myself under, under the pressure non one saw but me, and I HIT the wrong person (and for braking that freindship and that trust I will never forgive myself)

I went back to my home town, back to where everyone knew me, feeling safe and secure back home with family, freindship, love and one day I trunned a corner to find the person I had wronged sitting at a bus stop and I cracked, panic attack. I waited in the shadows and got the second bus. This time I ran, I ran away to a tiny town, poulation 127 tiny.

Unknow I worked my butt off for their tiny town, then I met Him, I didn't even realise how big a repuation he had in this small town and this time I didn't hit them, I kissed them, and I've been running back to that kiss, that small town, ever since.

But now I'm scared again, scared the rest of the village know and are laughing at me behind my back. And so I'm scared to return, scared to go back, scared to return to the house I called home for the last 4 years of my life. The house in the village I picked out for myself.

Sounds a bit silly right......