The final note said "go and have a fag :)" I had been finding little messages all around the house since this morning and I had no idea who or what they were leading to but curiosity will always lead the way for me.
I went out to the back of the rovers as the very last note had instructed and there I found a beautifully layed picnic table and my love, Steve McDonald. He gave me a big grin followed by a "taaaa daaa" and a kiss. I was so surprised; it was so nice to see Steve finally getting back to his bubbly old self after suffering with depression for so long. I can't believe I didn't see the signs but all I can do now is support him and move on.
I sat down to a typically romantic lunch of corn beef sarnies and some crisps which he must have nicked from the bar. We are the type of couple that don't care what we r doing just as long as we are together.
Suddenly a remote control car came racing under the gate and through to where we were sitting. Seconds later little Simon Battersby came running in after it. I managed to grab the car as it whizzed past us then gave it back to Simon. We then heard the clip clop of heals running down the ginnel and someone shouting Simons name. Carla came rushing round the corner because she was supposed to be looking after Simon while Peter was out. I have a feeling Simon might have been trying to get away from her as he never did like her all that much. She panted and catching her breath apologised for interrupting us. Is it to much to ask for a peaceful Sunday on this street?
Carla Connor is my best friend and also my half sister. Carla was my childhood friend and we spent many days down the red wreck together. Throughout our teenage years we would argue over boys and we were troublesome peas in a pod. She married my brother Paul who unfortunately died in a car crash then she had and affair with my other brother Liam behind Maria's back. Despite the backstabbing that has gone on between us we are inseparable. We are very much like sisters; we fight like sisters but love each other like sisters too.
After a nice afternoon with Steve I had a shift in the pub. Callum Logan sat at the bar drinking away his problems yet again when Sarah Lou stormed In. Sarah Lou Platt was new in town and all I knew is that she was some rich girl from Milan who had brought her mischievous daughter with her to cause more havoc in weather field. She didn't look happy as she attempted to shove Callum of his seat then started screeching at him. Liz and Steve were in the back and tony was nowhere to be found so I had to try and break the two of them up. She swung to hit Callum in the face and I ended up with a bloody nose!
Later that night, after recovering and kicking the two of them out of the pub, I was upstairs just about to close my eyes when I heard a crash from downstairs. I wouldn't normally be freaked out but Liz and tony were on a night out in town and Steve was still at the cab office so I was on my own. I crept down the stairs in my pajamas and opened the door to the back room but there was nobody there and it didn't look like anything had fallen causing the loud crashing sound. Now my heart was racing faster as I tiptoed into the pub. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It was pitch black so I went to light a candle. Just as the flame ignited I heard a low pitched voice from behind me... "Hello Michelle"