It's goodI strayed away from this story cause I thought it wouldn't be good until I saw who wrote itthem I starte reading it and love it
Nancy's POV Jam's cool hand slid under my chin and pulled my face towards the vicar. The priest sat on a wooden stool, his black cloak swished over the floor, he adjusted his white dog collar and gulped. Then he wiped his sweaty brow, the radio stood on the stone table next to him, he twiddled with the nob and a loud, crackling voice echoed throughout the church. It was Neville Chamberlain. "Over 90 lives were lost last night, within London," his voice was posh and covered in prejudice "We will pray for them all" #$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$#$ Hopefully you'll get an update l8er
Jam's POV As everyone in the church clasped their hands together, closed their eyes and bowed their head, my eyes
Cut off -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- My eyes glanced at the ginger devils, as I like to call them. We all murmured silent prayers, once this procedure was finished. I pulled Nancy up and out of the church, that's always our cue to leave. We ran down a slide street, skidding and laughing. We ran back along the road and up the path, hand in hand. Once we were far enough away from the public, I spun Nancy round to face me, my hands on her waist, she pushes herself up to my face. Then in one swift move, I picked her up so her legs curled round my waist and her arms linked round my neck. This is how it should be. This is good. And I'm sick of being told how to live my life.