 
            
            Finding My Way Home
                The wind cuts through my cardigan, so thin it’s barely worth wearing. I pull it tighter around me and hug my knees, looking out at the sea. The salty air coats my tongue as I swallow back tears. I’m not sure how I ended up here. I took a trip, and on my journey I passed through the town I used to live in, with the fish and chip shop I sat in with friends every Friday. For a year, we met there after school...
            
            
        
 
            
             
             
            
             
            
             
            
             
            
             
            
             
            
             
            
             
            
             
            
             
            
            