Secrates
Everyone has a secrate. Especially everyone in Hollyoaks. If its small like youre the one who took the last biscuit, or if its big, like youre the one who took someones life, its still a secrate. Some times, secrates are ment to be shared, and others are ment to be kept. But no matter what, with every secrate, theres a guilty conciance. Well, thats what you would think.
It was 6:59 in the morning and John Paul Mqueen was lying wide awake thinking of the school day that was infront of him. Actualy, he wasn't thinking about it, he was dreading it. Ever since he had came out, he had had nothing but abuse from his fellow class mates. Well, not all of them. There was only three people in the school that hadn't been slaging him. Craig, Hannah and Sarah. He didn't really care if Craig was talking to him or not. He had lost all respect for Craig when he had became friends with Sonny Valintine. But he couldn't understand why Sarah and Hannah weren't hurtling abuse at him along with the rest of the school. He wouldn't have blamed them. He had hurt them both so much. He hadn't wanted to, but he had. Suddenly, his alarm started to go off. John Paul raised him self from his matress. He whispered to himself.
JP: School, here I come.
In HCC, Kris Fisher was lying wide awake on his bed. He couldn't sleep. A face kept flashing in and out of his mind. How could he let hime self fall for her. Of all people, why her? And that wasn't the only thing on his mind. His brother, Macalarty was coming to visit for a few days, and wasn't going to be easy for him. Mabey he should tell him, he might understand. No, he would go mental. Just then, Kris' phone started to go off. He sat up and read the text that he had just recieved.
Kris,
Jst gt off the plane at hethrow.
Cya at sumtime B4 3!
As Kris read this he thought to himself.
Kris: Great. Just great.
