The start of life for nikki Boston was not a great one. Brought up in a care home she learnt to keep herself to herself and her mind to herself. With not many belongings nikki went out into the wild world people call life. She was ready...physically yes...mentally...no.
Nikki was one with the lads for a start, every guy thought she was dam hot, but she hated the attention her feet were telling her to go for it but her mind was telling her no.
At 16 nikki left school started college and moved into a half way house. She hated having to fend for herself but a job at Sainsburys gave her that extra money. She wasn't mentally stable to be on her own and burnt herself often, she hated been alone in the halfway house flat listening to the wind bang against the window, the bed remained untouched, she would curl up in the corner hiding herself from everything.
Even though nikki acted like she was strong, she wasn't. She had no one to turn to when she needed help. The scratches on her arm were hidden by day but it showed how emotionally unstable she was...she hated herself, she blamed everything that had happend on herself.
At 18 Nikki moved areas and got on a train to Manchester. She transferred to another sixth form Waterloo Road she felt a bit worried but knew she had to go back to where she started life 18 years ago...Rochdale.