The Pimp's Daughter

pt to it, as soon as possible. Wythenshawe was in the county of Greater Manchester, but it was just a very small town with a fairly modest way of life. But London

day I left like

Once the train left, I no longer had the strength to hold back because I already missed her. I wondered on my way if my mother suspected that my tears flowed. I was certainly sad but my promises and the desire to move forwar

s filled with more and more tears. I was like a lost child, far, very far from her mother, from the land she had always known. I first took a se

, but I didn't because I was the one who wanted it that way. There was a taxi that was supposed to pick me up from the station but I was sitting there an

him that I had cried because I was all pink and my eyes were shining. He treated me with great respect but dared no

in Mr Seecombe's taxi, I couldn't help crying, I felt really bad, bad as ever. But it was a blessing in disguise be

partment with a young girl with whom we shared the rent costs. This situation was very common for students. I didn't know her and I could only hope that the two of us got along

stant noises and people, more people and more people. I hated anything out of the ordinary but unfortunately everything I found in London was that way. Apart from all that, life was rea

cars, dining in great restaurants. Everything was really very different from what I had known all my life. And when night came, I cried and confessed to myself tha

roommate because she had warned me of her arrival. We didn't know each other and so I was very anxious at the idea of knowing that she was on the other side of the door. I had spent a lot of time imagining what she would look

to mine, jeans plus sneakers, the shocking duo. We fell in love at first sight. Seeing her,

nt overall, she had good taste in clothes. She was a trendy and elegant girl, that's how she defined her own style. Jane Garfield was a beautiful, multi-faceted person. She knew how to be at