Mae

We used to buy liquorice from the shop up the road, all of us except Mae. We would hang around on the road or in someone's bedroom pretending we liked it, all of us screwing up our faces as our tongues turned black and Mae shook her head slowly. Later on we bought cigarettes, and then vodka. Mae just kept on buying ten white chocolate mice and a can of Vimto. We all wanted to copy her, but we were scared to do it. We copied each other instead.