This is weird but I don’t think I’ll ever escape…

I SHOULD just ignore you…

I SHOULD just be getting on with writing this essay that’s due soon…

I SHOULD just be going about my day as if nothing has happened…

BUT why can’t you leave me alone? We left school 2 years ago, that’s enough time for incidents to be forgotten, for people to be forgotten. For YOU to get on with your life. For ME to finally move on from everything that happened. But WHY won’t YOU let that that happen?

The “No Caller ID” calls? The anonymous comments on my blog? The fake Instagram pages sending me DM’s? The shouting out of car windows when you go past? The threats? The messages that I get from other people because you’ve messaged them asking where I live and what I’m doing with my life?


Why can’t you leave me alone?

Why can’t you just stop all these unnecessary, childish games?

I don’t find them funny. It doesn’t upset me, I just don’t understand???

Why can’t you just move on?

Do something interesting with your life that doesn’t involve prank calling me? Threats to beat me up? To ruin my life? To rape me? Do you not realise how disgusting that is?

Do you not realise that your words could have an affect on someone? I’m lucky me, I got people that support me when stuff like this happens, they show me that I don’t need to listen to you.

I just don’t understand. We left school 2 years ago but your still acting as if we’re in the playground?

Writing about this is weird and probably unnecessary but so is what they do to me, so why should I not write?

Writing is my escape but funnily enough I don’t feel like I can escape this.

I blocked the numbers, I blocked the fake accounts, I blocked the people that used to make me feel uncomfortable. I even changed my number (TWICE), but there seems no way to escape?

I know it’s more than one group of people. I just don’t understand. WHY can’t you leave me alone?

I know you’ll probably read this and laugh, cause why couldn’t I just ignore it? Why did I have to write this?

But why do you have to do what you do?

Writing is my escape, and I won’t apologise for posting this. I just think it’s time that people grow up and leave me alone. I don’t see why I should be quiet anymore.

Cheers – Ally x

Anti-Bullying Week 2017

Hi guys! So I haven’t posted in a while and I apologise for that (I’ve been asked by a few people to post something – I got asked in September but I haven’t felt like writing). Thing is, this blog is like my diary, a place to write when I’m upset or frustrated about something and over the past few months, I really haven’t felt that way.

I’ll explain. I went from somewhere where I was afraid to walk around, wouldn’t say boo to a ghost, I was scared to even go to school, let alone be who I really am. However, in September, I started college, I’m 3 months into college and I love it! I’ve made friends, something I didn’t think I would do, I haven’t had anyone say anything horrible to me, and I’m not worried about walking around. I actually like waking up early in the morning to go to college. Whereas with sixth form, I dreaded it and had to be dragged out of bed in the morning.

Being 100% honest, my dad told me to apply for college and I’m so lucky and grateful that he did because I am having a great time there and have met amazing people who I know I’m going to be friends with for a long time. I didn’t want to apply, he told me I needed to apply or give up on education as I didn’t have another choice. I was so scared, I really didn’t want to go, I didn’t even want to try it, to see what it was like.

I don’t think it’s an age thing, it’s because I genuinely am in a better environment. But I don’t think I would be who I am without the experiences I had.

At Little Heath School, I had horrible things said to me on almost a daily basis, I was pushed around and terrified to walk down the alley to go to school and go home. I was terrified to sit on my own during free periods, terrified to even go and get my lunch on my own. I was in a really bad place, I didn’t want to go to the sixth form anymore but had to – just to get the grades that I needed to get into college.

I’m now in a place where they have a zero tolerance of any kind of bullying, where if anyone bullies someone they get kicked out, they actually care about students wellbeing and what they think about themselves. I know this is true and not something that they say to keep people happy as I’ve witnessed it where someone has been told off and sent to an office where they got told they were getting kicked out if they carried on.

Too right as well, no one deserves to get bullied. I wouldn’t wish some of the stuff that has happened to me, on anyone, no one deserves it, I know what it did to me and so I wouldn’t want that to happen to anyone else.

On my first day at college, I was nervous as heck, I didn’t think I would make any friends. I knew people there already but they are doing a different course to me and so I knew I wouldn’t see them as much as I would want to in college. On the first day, I was put with two people who helped me develop my confidence (to walk into the lunch hall) (to spend free periods by myself), it sounds stupid but after Little Heath, I really was THAT scared.

I then ended up making friends with this lovely group of girls and I don’t really know how it happened, we’re on the same course but I don’t know how I went from being really shy and not talking to anyone (I tried but it was difficult), to being able to have friendly banter, sing along on coaches (even if it is to High School Musical) and be genuinely comfortable around them. It’s odd but it happened and I’m honestly really happy.

I’m not saying I didn’t have this at Little Heath, I did, but only with a few people and I was terrified to walk around. Whereas now, I’m not, we spend our lunches singing or messing about. I can walk into the lunch hall without worrying about what people say, and I’m genuinely happy to be there.

To my actual point of this post…

This week is Anti-Bullying Week and I’m not afraid to stand up for what I believe in, so here I am, having my voice heard, sat here writing this post.

If you are being bullied or know someone who is, speak out, tell someone, or if you know someone who is being bullied try to support them as much as you can.

I know that if it weren’t for three of the teachers, support from some of my friends and the support from my dad, that I wouldn’t have made it out of Little Heath, I would have given up and left. So in a way, I would have made it out of Little Heath but it would have been pointless, the last 7 years of me struggling and putting in effort to pass would have been for nothing – but I did it, I pulled through and managed to finish, no matter how difficult things got towards the end.

So please, for your own sake, tell someone, a parent, a friend, a sibling, even your favourite teacher – someone is bound to help you and hopefully, it will get sorted.

Bullying in schools needs to be taken more seriously, I was told so many times, “sticks and stones may break your bones but words will never hurt you”, the thing is they do hurt, and yes some people can ignore it but I am one of those that can’t. However, now I’m sort of in a place where I don’t care, mainly because I’m not worried about seeing them daily, or being physically hurt. It doesn’t matter to me anymore, I can have a good old rant to my best mate over text about how I hate bullies and it’s all better, I feel so much better after.

So this year, I’m saying enough is enough, I will no longer let myself care about what you say because although it is tough sometimes, the bullies are not worth it.

So whether it’s bullying that’s happening face to face or bullying that’s happening online, tell someone, it won’t make the situation worse.

Speak out, support others and do something about it. Don’t let people stand alone, don’t let the bullies win.

I’m really lucky, I have a really good support system, I have my dad, my brother and some of my family. My friends that I have known for the longest time (you know who you are), the guys and girls from Young Carers, and the new people who I have met at college.

If you lot see this, thank you, you all mean so much to me. I miss a lot of you (Those that I haven’t seen in a while) and I always end up taking a leaf out of your books, I walk around with my head held high and I focus on my good days, not my bad days. I do realise that things do get better and although I didn’t believe it, to begin with, deep down I believe its true – even on the days that are really bad.

A big thank you to two of the greatest people I have ever met for helping me get around the college and help me out with where I was going, introducing me to people, etc. It is greatly appreciated. Also a big thank you to those that text me day in, day out when I was alone to make sure I was okay.

Last one – Another big thank you to the girls at college (whether you see this or not, I mean every word, as cheesy as it is), thank you for accepting me, understanding me and allowing me to be who I really am, I don’t have to pretend or tone it done and that is great! You allow me to be the crazy me, I have always been. Purely because you lot are just as crazy as me (I’m not saying High School Musical is a bad choice of songs but this sentence kind of sums it up).

Okay so that’s it, I will try to post more. I have some things in my drafts that need posting, it’s just having the time to do it, but I shall try. This was my space to rant and write and express myself when I couldn’t elsewhere, and now that I can be who I truly am without any grief, I don’t really have to write anymore. I’m not saying I don’t love writing, I just have less reason to. So I’m going to turn this space into somewhere, where people can read and get help with whatever they may be going through – that’s the goal anyway. Have a good week, keep smiling and stay strong. Leave a comment and I’ll get back to you as soon as I see it (as always). Much love, Ally xx

The Myths of Counselling VS The Truth…

Hey guys, so this week I am going to be writing about the myths and truths of counselling. But before I do, I just want to say a massive thank you for all the support that I got from last weeks blog post. I got so many messages and comments saying how proud people were of me and it made me so happy. Being told that I am brave for getting on the horse in the first place, and then being told that I am brave for even trying to conquer my fear, let alone succeed at doing it. Even after all that, I got told that I deserved all the kind words that I got. Honestly, all the support that I got made my week. You will never truly know how much the support means to me, just know that it means a lot and I will be forever grateful.

If you didn’t read last weeks blog post, be free to check it out here and let me know what you think in the comments of that post.

This weeks post is probably going to be me opening up to the internet again. But oh well! I have written about going to counselling before, so if you want to check out my post about that, that would be cool too. Here goes…

I know that quite a few people feel differently about counselling. I certainly know that I felt different when I got told that it would be good if I went to counselling. “It’ll be good for you.” “It’ll help you.”

In 2012, I was involved with a lot of different volunteering groups, in fact, I still am. But I used to go to a certain one straight after school, but because one day I turned up an hour late and I was upset. I was spoken to by someone who I trusted, he spoke to my dad aswell. He said that maybe I would benefit if I went to counselling. The reason I was late and was upset was because of bullying (I will probably write about this more in a different post soon but I wont go into too much detail now).

The definition of counselling… “The provision of professional assistance and guidance in resolving personal or psychological problems.”

“Counselling.” – That was kind of a scary word. Well it was for me, a 13-year-old girl. I didn’t want to go. I read about it in books, watched TV shows and films with this sort of thing in it. It was a typical girl gets bullied ends up going to counselling scenario. “Typical”, it’s a funny word that, the thing that I had read about and watched was turning into a reality.

I didn’t want to go, I had this idea in my head that people only go to counselling if there is something wrong with them, which isn’t the case, at all! My dad said that I had to try it, that I would have to go for a month and if I didn’t like it then it could stop. 4 years on and I’m still in counselling. Not because there is anything wrong with me but because the lady that I go to helps me out and gives me advice with bullying. When I first started going I was nervous and didn’t really want to be there. 2 years into counselling I found it difficult going, I didn’t mind but I found it difficult to talk about what was going on in my life (bullying). My thoughts now, 4 years later, I love to go to counselling, it’s the one day a week when I can talk as much as I want and get everything off my chest. It has defiantly helped a lot.

Okay, so there is a little bit of information about what I thought about counselling then and now. Now for the real reason I’m writing this post.

The Myths of Counselling VS The Truth…

I spent a few hours last week searching for a few myths from the internet about counselling, knowing me, this is probably the kind of thing I was thinking before I even went to counselling. Here we go…

“Only mad people need counselling.” – If you are reading this and you go to counselling, please don’t take it the wrong way. (1) It’s not always true and (2) it’s a myth that I found on the internet. I’m not going to lie when I got told that I would be going to counselling I thought that there was something wrong with me. Of course, I was wrong, counselling services are put in place to support someone.

The good old question of “how can a stranger help?” – Going to counselling means that you can vent your problems to someone, when I go to counselling it really helps because I can talk for an hour about everything and the weight that I am carrying on my shoulders is then lifted. The counsellor can give you advice and support with whatever it is that you may be going through and therefore they can help get you through a rough patch.

“Counsellors just sit there and say nothing.” – This isn’t true, I thought it would be but it’s not. At first they ask you to vent your problems, so I suppose at the beginning they just sit there but they are listening and then after they can give you the support and advice that you need.

“Counselling takes forever!” – This isn’t true either, it takes as long as you need it to be. The service helps support you and will give you advice. So I guess when you’re ready, you will know you’re ready and maybe it will be the end of counselling. The service is there for you as long as you need it to be.

“Everyone will know you’re seeing a counsellor.” – I thought this at the beginning too, but it’s not true. Unless you tell people, I didn’t at first, I told absolutely no one, apart from my best friend but over the years I have become more open about going to counselling. I opened up about it on my blog once before. But my point is, that going to counselling is 100% confidential and so no one will know unless you tell them.

“Counselling will change who you are as a person.” – I don’t think this is true. People change all the time. With the support that I have been given from friends, family and my counsellor I have become a stronger and more confident person. But I don’t believe it changes you. I don’t know, this one is complicated I suppose. Leave your opinion on this one in the comments below. I would really love to hear what you think.

I found a lot of myths on the internet about counselling but only decided to write about a few of them. With myths like that on the internet, how is someone supposed to think that going to counselling is a good thing.

I just wanted to say if you are reading this and you go to counselling or you have been told that it probably is best if you start going to counselling, its nothing to worry about. It just means that you are strong, you’re strong for going and getting the advice. I was against going to counselling, I didn’t want to share my problems with a stranger, problems that shouldn’t have happened in the first place, I didn’t want to sit in a room and talk about everything. But counselling has defiantly helped me, it has gave me the support I needed and it has gave me a confidence boost. If you have been told that maybe you should go to counselling, I recommend it, it has helped me so much and it makes you realise how much better things do get eventually.

Okay, so that’s it from me. I’ve posted on a Monday instead of a Thursday because I’m posting another blog post on Saturday that means a lot to me (Hint, hint, birthday post, hint.) 2 blog posts in one week, whoop-whoop! Anyways before I go I just wanted to say that you are stronger than you think! Accepting help from people makes you a strong and brave human being. Right that’s it… Stay strong, have hope and don’t settle for any less than you deserve! Next post on Saturday! Much love – Alison xx

I Conquered My Fear of Horses!

Hey guys, so this week I am going to be writing about something that I am very proud of. Before I start typing, I just want to wish everyone good luck with collecting their GCSE results, or if you have already collected them then I hope you got what you wanted, if you didn’t, there is no need to worry. It’s just a piece of paper, the grades that you get don’t define who you are, it’s not the end of the world!

Last week I became very proud of myself, I managed to achieve something that I have been trying to do for years! Over the past few years I have been trying to get over my fear of horses, I have been spending every other summer on courses that my dad has supported me to go on, to help get over the fear.


This was taken a few months ago. This horse is called CJ, he was one of my favourites.

However, over the past 7 months I have been seeing horses a lot more. I got put on a course, its called stable life, it was so much fun and I met so many new people. I don’t quite know how to explain what the course is, I went on it not knowing what to expect, my dad said it would be good for me. It turned out he was right. I was nervous the first time, I got picked up from school and was introduced to loads of new people.

This is quite a big deal for me, and I can’t believe that I achieved what I did. As most of my friends know, I am terrified of horses…

Oh, I mean, I WAS terrified of horses!

So what? Last week, I achieved something incredible! So many people doubted me about it, I even doubted myself, I never thought I would get over my fear but I did…

Here goes… I’m going to explain… (Keep in mind I wrote most of this blog post 20 minutes after getting off a horse!)

So, for years, I have had this fear of horses, I don’t really know why, all I remember was that the fear comes from when I was younger (It wasn’t anything to drastic but it was enough to scare me for years!). I mean, if you think about it, horses are quite scary, their MAHOOOOSSSIIIIVVVEEEE and you never really know what their going to do.

Over the past few months I have been getting to know a group of horses along with a new set of people. If you know me well, you know that I’m no good with meeting new people but after a few weeks it became normal and we all started to support each other. We have been meeting the horses once a week and learning how to look after them, we also learnt the basics in health and safety involving the horses.

After a while we started to create different obstacle courses that we had to lead the horses round, I’m not going to lie, at first it was really difficult but after a while it was fun to do. The tactics that some of us used were really funny too! It got us to work as a team and support each other, honestly it was so much fun!

I suppose it was kind of like horse therapy, it got us closer as a team and more confident with the horses. It wasn’t just me, a lot of the people in the group had never been on a horse before, let alone carry out the activities that we did, they were also nervous. At the time we didn’t know we were going to end up riding a horse, I didn’t even know what was going to happen week after week.

In the last half term before the summer holidays, we carried out a workshop to youngeryou people. We had been preparing for this for weeks on end. If you know me well, you know that I struggle to talk in front of groups of people, especially new people – Its terrifying! So there we were, in our group, explaining our activity to a group of children. I think everyone in the group knew how nervous I was, I know it was only a group of children but I have trouble talking to any group of people..! But it ended up going well, the rest of the group helped me out and made me feel a lot more confident than I was feeling.

Our activity ran smoothly, there were a few bumps along the way but nothing major and after a while I really enjoyed it! It was so much fun once we all found our confidence! It really was a great day – minus the rain!

After half term, we carried on meeting up with the horses and doing more activities with them. I honestly have enjoyed working with a lovely group of people and getting to know them all! I felt on top of the world, in a short space of time I was able to become more confident with horses and I’m literally so proud of myself.

Then came our last week together… We discussed what we wanted to do as our treat for taking part in the workshop. We all got told that we would be able to ride a horse, everyone in that room a minute later knew I was terrified! Then that was it for a couple of weeks…

Days before knowing that I was going to get on a horse I was terrified. I text my best friend hoping for reassurance.

Then on the 16th August, we all met up again. I was so nervous! I knew that I had to do this, I had to get on a horse, it would be my one and only chance. I would most likely never get this opportunity again, plus I wanted to prove the people wrong that said I would never get over my fear. There was no two ways about it, I was SO SCARED!

The night before, I got sent this quote by a friend and it kind of made me think that even though I’m terrified, if I do this, I wont regret it, I will be okay.

“It’s OKAY to be scared. Being scared means you’re about to do something really, really brave.” – Unknown

We got to the stables and I was literally shaking, I didn’t want to think about it but its kind of difficult when you’re at a stables. Time moved on and it was time to get on a horse. We all got “Suited and booted” and found out which horse we were going to have. This was kind of important to me… Not because I know anything about horses but because it would make me feel better if the horse looked friendly. (Most horses look friendly but you probably get what I mean).


Keep in mind that this was my first time on a horse so I look terrified!

I went to go and meet my horse. He was so pretty! The girl who was by the horse was so lovely and friendly too, so that defiantly helped! But the horse was called Ombré, he was beautiful, he had light brown fur and a white mane and tail. The girl who was going to be leading me round said that the horse reminded her of Barbie, and it’s true, he did!

I was second to last getting on my horse. We had to step onto this massive step where we then had to climb onto the horse. I think that and actually being on the horse was the bit I was most scared of. I guess, if something is new to you then it is terrifying either way. I managed to get on the horse second time round, it was so high! I guess people could see that I was as scared as I felt because I kept getting told to breathe.

I guess my problem is, that when I’m scared about something I forget to breathe, the most basic life skill and I forget to do it unless I’m reminded, whoops!

The girl who was going to be leading the horse around walked me into the arena. It was terrifying not being able to control the walking, I’m so used to being on a bike or walking that it was so scary! It felt different, really odd.

She started to walk me around the arena while everyone else was being led round to kindAli2 of get used to it. I thought I was going to fall forwards and come off, or fall off sideways or just fall off altogether. But as my friend kept reminding me the night before, I am okay, I will be okay. I was just hoping that I would keep it together.

I had to keep being reminded to breathe, it was so scary!

We got led around the arena in different ways, it was actually quite fun, once I got it in my head that maybe it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. We carried on going around the arena going from different check points to others. It got to a point where we were asked to hold the lead and as much as I would have wanted to, my hands were firmly on the saddle and the lead, holding on for dear life! It wasn’t that the horse was even going that fast, it was that I was scared!

Ali3In the end I didn’t manage to just hold onto the lead, I ended up holding onto the saddle all the way round, for the entire hour! Just managing to get onto the horse was a big step for me so even though I didn’t hold the lead or lead the horse round, I am still incredibly proud of myself.

The girl who was leading me round made it a lot easier, we were having a good old chit-chat while going around the arena. She even experienced me having a bit of a panic and managed to calm me down, so although my best friend wasn’t there with me, I still did okay, and having the support from the team that has been helping me over the past few months, defiantly helped!

There were times when I wanted the horse to stop and I wanted to get off but I stayed on because I know I wouldn’t get back on if I got off. I didn’t want the fear to take over, so I stayed on and made myself proud.

The hour soon ended, it didn’t feel like an hour at all. I learnt how to get off the horse.Ali4 Turns out that people who ride horses all the time make it look really easy and it’s actually quite difficult to do. I couldn’t figure it out at first, even with the help. Although, I eventually got off the horse. I nearly dropped to the floor but got held up and managed to hold myself up. It was a quick drop. It wasn’t like anything I expected. I don’t really know what I expected but it wasn’t that.

I got asked if I wanted a hug but really I just felt light-headed, I needed to have a drink of water and sit down. My legs kind of ached. I took off the body vest and undone the helmet and went to go and get a cup of water with someone who has been supporting me since I can remember. I finally got the water and sat down… I DONE IT!!!

I was shaking still, I couldn’t believe that I had done it, I suppose I was still nervous. I sat down staring at the cup of water, I just didn’t believe that I managed it. I got told by a few people who have been supporting me while on this course, that I did good and I should be proud of myself, I defiantly am!

I guess I was just amazed! I was in shock. The first thing I did, while waiting for everyone else in my group to come and sit down, was text my best friend and my dad to say that I did it. That I actually rode a horse. I’m still amazed, it was an incredible experience, one which I can say that I have enjoyed and will never forget.

IMG_2272After getting off the horses, we all noticed that we were covered in fur but all talked about what we just experienced, it was amazing! I was still shaking but I was so happy!

We made our way to the next part of our treat, we ate at Pizza HutIMG_2273 and went to go and watch the BFG. I can honestly say that it was one of the best days I have ever had! I’m not likely to forget about it anytime soon!

I feel like the past few months have defiantly had a positive impact on me. It has had a positive impact on my confidence and me overall, and I am so happy that I have had the chance to experience things like this. I know to most people that this isn’t that big of a deal because its something that they are used to or have done before but this was my first time and I am glad that I experienced it with who I did. I made a solid bunch of new friends and had the experience of my lifetime.

Just over a week later, I am feeling so happy and proud of myself! I just can’t believe that I managed to get over my fear. I can’t believe its all over, I had such a good time and can’t thank the people I worked with enough. All the support that I have been given means ever so much to me.

I don’t particularly know how to end this post, I feel as if I have written loads, but I am so happy and proud of myself, so I’m going to end with a piece of advice. If you are scared of something or have a fear that you think is possible to be conquered than just go for it! Sitting and hoping that the fear will go away isn’t going to work, trust me I know! You will feel so much better after you have done it. Whether it’s a big fear or a small fear, if you put your mind to it and get enough support then anything is possible!

Okay, so that’s it from me this week, I’m really proud of myself and this blog post! I guess it’s another thing on the list that I have achieved this year! Thank you to those that have supported me through this, you know who you are! It is greatly appreciated! My next blog post will be up on Monday! Have hope and stay strong! Conquer your fears and have no regrets! Much love – Alison xx

Why I hate April Fools Day…

Before I write about why I hate April Fools Day, I just want to say a massive thank you for all the support I got from my last blog post about being hit by a taxi, the support was great. I was so worried about posting it because of the hate I got last time but the support has really helped, and everyone that spoke to me, didn’t make a joke about it or anything which was great! The support I got from that post has made me think about writing this one, so thank you. Anyways, back to this post…

So tomorrow it is the first day of April, famously known as April Fools Day. Does anyone know why the day exists? Besides playing jokes on other people, I’d really like to know!

This year the day falls during the Easter half term, but usually the day falls on a school day. I’ve only ever been to school once on April fools day, but other than that, I’ve had every other April fools day off school because of a few incidents that happened on that one April fools day that was a school day. 

It was in year 7, in a maths class. Half way through the class the boy that sat behind me tapped my shoulder, so I turned around, a few of the girls in the back were laughing and some of the boys were encouraging him. They all knew what was going to happen but I didn’t have a clue. He asked me out, as a joke obviously. As a “April Fools” joke. Before I could answer, the teacher told us all to be quiet and for me to turn around, he then took me out of the lesson 10 minutes later because certain people in my class wouldn’t leave me alone. He asked me if I realised what day it was. I had already spoke to him about being bullied before and so he knew what was happening. There was about 10 minutes left of the lesson and so he told me to get my bag and to have an early break. When I walked back in to the class to get my bag, he asked me again and I said no, to which I got some horrible comments, you name it and it was most likely said to me. Even though it was an April Fools joke, for the next couple of weeks, I got picked on about it.

Another thing that has happened, mainly because I stopped going to school on April Fools day, I would get messages from people, asking me out as a joke or they would say really nice things to be and then once I’d say thank you, they would message me back saying April Fools with a rather rude reply. So even when I didn’t go to school, and I was in the comfort of my own home, they would still be able to attack me with their horrid words…

One year, a bunch of boys came up to me and started talking to me (“So what Alison, their just talking to you” – I know, I know…) but because they were being so nice to me, I found it weird and asked them why they were talking to me, (I wasn’t even rude! It was just a genuine question!). To which they responded by throwing yogurt at me…I had to buy a new school jumper… It was humiliating. A teacher made me walk away and go to the bathroom to sort myself out. Half of my (No longer) friends sat there and laughed at me as well. Even when it’s 5/6 years on, I still don’t find it funny, it was humiliating and uncalled for. As I walked away with what friends I had left, the group of boys told me that no one really liked me and called me so many names. I ended staying off school for the rest of the week. I never got an apology for it either…

So here’s what I have to say, if you are planning on pranking someone tomorrow, please don’t be too cruel or mean about it, you have no idea what they are going through and would you really want to be seen as mean to other pupils? I suppose some people don’t care, but just think about it, if that was you, would you find it funny?

Anyway, that’s it from me this week, new post next Thursday. Hope you all have a lovely week! Thank you for all the support, I’ve really enjoyed reading the comments, emails and messages that I have been getting. Much love – Alison xx