Dear Nobody

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I’ve read the book called Dear Nobody written by Berlie Doherty. It was quite an easy book to read, and it was very interesting. It was also some difficult words that I not realized truly, but I felt that I had learned a lot, when I finished the book.
"Dear Nobody” retell a story about how it feels to be a teenager in love.

Chris Diary;
"It all began last January, on a dark evening that was full of sleet. I was just a kid then. But today is October 2nd, and this is where I begin to write, where I open a door into the past. It leads into a room in my own house, in a back street not far from the city centre. I had finished packing my rucksack, ready to take to Newcastle the next day. I carried it downstairs and propped it upp in the hall. I felt restless; it was too early to go to sleep, but there was nothing left to do between that day and the next; my old life and my future. In a way I was leaving all that behind, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again. I hated the trought of saying goodbye. It would be so much easier just to go, just to walk through my bedroom door and find myself in a student''''s room with my posters already on the walls and my guitar by my bed. At about eight my dad came upstairs with a present for me. He stood in the doorway, looking round at the room.
"All packed, Chris?" he said.
Most of all I hated the thought of saying goodbye to Dad.
"Looks as if you''''ll have to open it all up again. You''''ve got a goodbye present."
He touched my shoulder lightly as he put the package on my bed. I knew it was going to be hard for him, too. I listened to him as he made his way downstairs and when I looked down at the present I recognized the handwriting on it. It was Helen''''s. Now he could remember the last time I''''d seen her; her face then, the misery he''''d felt. I opened up the present and shook ut the contents over my bed. It was just a pile of letters. I picked them up one by one, not understanding what it was all about. They all began the same way. Dear Nobody. I sat there feeling bleak, with a growing kind of grief in me. Once she and I were the most important people in they world. Is it what I''''d become to her? Nobody? I began to read them, in order, trying to make sense of what she was saying in them. They took me back to January."

The Event;
Late January Chris was at Helen''''s house, and they were alone together, lounging back in the big comfortable settee, reading and listening to music, kissing a lot. Helen said she wanted to go upstairs for something and she stood up, smiling down at him. He didn''''t want her to go away from him for a second soo he followed her up and put some music on, in her room, very softly. It was that something they had never talk about, had been building up in them for weeks and took them by surprise and storm. Neither of them had known it would happen. But that January evening when the house was empty and they favourite music was playing. Helen and Chris touched each other where they had never touched before and made love. Her mum and dad came back home and then her father ask her if she had write her letter, and Helen put her hand to her mouth and said
"Oh, no! I forgot"
then her father raised his voice and said "you forgot! you forgot! how on earth could you forgotten, Helen? Helen looked at Chris quickly, and away again.
"I''''ll do it now," she said. "There''''s still a time."
"what''''s the matter?" Chris asked.
All Chris knew was that Helen had upset her dad, that he was visibly shocked and disappointed in her, and that for some reason it was he''''s fault.
"Nothing at all" Mr Garton said, tight.
"The girl gets a full offer from the Royal Northern College of Music to do composition and she forgets to write back and accept it. That''''s all."
"I''''ll do it now, I said," Helen told him. She was nearly crying. "I''''ve got till tomorrow, Dad."
"I''''d better go," Chris said.
"I thing you had," said her mother, arms folded, looking from one to the other of.
"I''''m sorry, Helen" Chris whispered.
"It''''s okey," she said. "It''''s just that it means so much to Dad. Nearly as much as it means to me."
Chris put his arms around her. It means that in October they ways would separate. Chris to Newcastle, Helens to Manchester.

Helen was sick one day so she stayed off school till mid-morning, her mum and dad were both out at work. She bought a home pregnancy test becuse she just had to know if she was pregnant. She went to Boots in town where she wouldn''''t be recognized. Of all things, she was served by a male assistent. He didn''''t even look at her. Maybe he was embarrassed too, or maybe he''''s bored stiff of selling these things to scared schoolgirls. She wore make-up, which she never do because it makes her face itch. She pinched it out, of her mum''''s room. She wanted to look grown-up, but when she saw myself in the mirror in Boots she looked deathly. She went home on the bus clutching her little parcel as if she was scared that someone was going to mug her and run off with it. The house was so quiet. She took the parcel up to her room and drew the curtain. Her hands were shaking so much that it''''s a miracle that she didn''''t spill everything over the carpet. But she did it, somehow she managed to read the instructions and hold things the right way up and do it. Then she had to ...