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Oh My Days
Oh My Days
Oh My Days
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Oh My Days

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Oh My Days is a gritty and humorous coming-of-age story; written in a lighthearted style. Leanne is a seemingly ordinary 16 year old girl, living on a rough council estate on the outskirts of London. She lives with her mum, two sisters - and Charley the rottweiler.
It isn't long before Leanne is seeing her notorious boyfriend, Kyle, in a prison visiting hall and from there, life changes as she experiences revelations and revenge.
After attending her first rave, Leanne becomes hooked on the scene and is soon swapping Bacardi Breezers, for pills from geezers.How will she cope when coming face to face with danger, suffers abuse, heartbreak and serious betrayal?
Follow Leanne on her journey, experiencing the highs and lows of life for a young woman living in the ends. Leanne goes through a lot. Come with her and see life through her eyes.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 9, 2016
ISBN9781310488559
Oh My Days
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Destiny Leah Daniels

Hiya! Thank you for reading my story. A lot of love has gone into writing this book. It is raw, real and written from the heart. Thank you to trance music for inspiring me, to my husband for spurring me on and to all you readers who have made it all worthwhile. Feel free to connect with me on twitter @DestinyLeahDan4 I'd love to hear your feedback. Much love, Destiny Leah x

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    Oh My Days - Destiny Leah Daniels

    Chapter 1: Me and My Girls

    'Leanne! Get your ass out of bed!' shouted my sister Jodie. Wearily, I open my stuffy eyes and have a stretch. I realise that I have about as much motivation as a snail stuck in shit but sensing the waft of toast float from downstairs, I finally coax myself out of bed – Leanne style. I roll out of bed with my duvet cocooned around my body for a soft landing.

    I live in a happy household. It's pretty manic here in the mornings. A gaff full of birds! I live here with my mum, and two sisters: Katie, who is 21 and Jodie, who is 19. Then there is me, 16 year old Leanne. My parents split up when I was little. Dad now lives with his new missus and doesn’t bother with us lot no more. Last but by no means least; we have Charley our rescue Rottweiler. He is a slobbery gentle giant and the apple of our eyes.

    I live on a council estate where I share a bedroom with Jodie, and of course, Charley. It's all good though as Jodie and I get on – usually! Charley's large dog basket is next to my bed, I'm not sure why though as he always ends up sleeping on my bed. This leaves me little room to manoeuvre but I still manage to sleep, somehow! I find it comforting having him with me to be honest. Every morning at 7 o'clock without fail, he wakes me up by jumping off the bed with a thud and rubbing his slobbery chops along the side of my mattress. I frequently end up rolling over and falling back to sleep though, like today.

    To wake myself up, I perform a couple of star jumps followed by sliding down the stairs on my stomach, just for the crack. As I enter the kitchen, I see Katie drinking out of a mug with the words Boring Twat on it. It was a joke present from her mate Danielle for the time that Katie refused to skive work to go out on the lash.

    'Morning darlin' there's some tea in the pot and your toast is ready,' says Mum.

    'Thank you,' I reply whilst scoffing my face, getting melted butter around my mouth in the process. Mum then tootles off to work at a young offenders' institute.

    'Why you up so early?' I ask Katie.

    'Jeremy Kyle is on in a bit, innit.'

    'Katie, you loser!' I teased.

    'Well, I was planning on giving you a lift to school and Jodie a lift to work. But hey, if you think I am a loser then....'

    'Nice one, sis! You ain't a loser really and I love you lots and lots,' I say, brown-nosing for a lift.

    I leg it upstairs to get ready and after studying my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I discover that today, I share an uncanny resemblance to a crack-whore. To the make-up bag, pronto! I apply concealer under my eyes to add some vitality to my complexion, some foundation and some bronzer. Once my eye make-up is applied too, I feel much more human-like and ready for the day ahead. I then brush my bleached-blonde barnet into a high ponytail.

    After hugging Charley goodbye, Katie, Jodie and I hop into the car with the trance tunes blaring. Although Katie is driving, Jodie (who recently passed her driving test) is acting up like the classic back seat driver.

    'Katie, you change gears way too quickly,' began Jodie. 'Premature gear change is like premature ejaculation, it ain't gonna do anything!'

    'Jodie, you only passed your test, like, a week ago. Quit giving me advice. I do know how to drive, thank you!' replied an irritated Katie as we approached a set of traffic lights on red. As the lights turned to green, Katie stalled the car and we all jolted forwards. Jodie and I dissolved into giggles.

    'Katie, you're so blonde!' I laughed.

    'Says the girl who thought that the lyrics to Two Tribes were: when two chives go to war, onions all that you can – score.'

    'Shut up! That was when I was about three,' I retorted.

    Some ten minutes later, Katie parks up outside the school gates. I get out, mega cool looking with the tunes on, before getting my heel stuck in the seatbelt and nearly falling over. I see Lisa walking into school. She is one of my super-duper best friends.

    'Lisa!' I shout excitedly.

    'Word up, girlfriend!' she replies animatedly whilst spinning around to face me. We exchange hugs, link arms and walk into school together. Fun, sassy and full of sparkle, Lisa is such a giggle. She has mid-length ash-blonde hair that she often wears pinned up in fashionable styles. It's naturally wavy and looks gorgeous, but she hates it like that, so she often straightens it. She is always full of beans, loud and proud which I love about her. She oozes confidence, is curvy and hot, and boy, does she know it! All the lads want a bit of our Lisa, that's for sure.

    I enjoy school and am lucky in the fact that I get on with pretty much everybody in my year. That wasn't always the case though....

    For the first few years at school, I was relentlessly bullied by a prick called Gavin. He used to tease and belittle me. Imitate my voice, and so on. I used to dread sitting next to him in class. Once, he stuck a piece of paper to my back with the words 50p per hand job. I will suck dick if not 100% satisfied written on it. Another time, he unzipped my school bag, squatted over it and farted in it. I used to just ignore him, thinking in vain that he would get board. Once day though, I wised up to the smarmy bastard, quite by chance. During a maths lesson, I was scrawling in my homework diary Gavin is a tosser. It was then that I discovered something so fascinatingly convenient about his name. So thrilled by my discovery, I could not wait to share it with the class. I was so excited about finally getting my own back on the scumbag that I failed to notice that the teacher was mid-explanation and I interrupted her. Impulsively, I announced to the entire class 'Oi! Gavin! Are you aware that your name is an anagram of the word vagina? In other words, you're a cunt!' I couldn't quite believe that I had blurted it out, but it felt so satisfying! My legs turned to jelly as I braced myself for a bollocking from the teacher. To add to my satisfaction though, the whole class erupted with laughter with some of the class yobs cheering and whooping. Gavin (who is about as sexually attractive as a mouldy sandwich) just sat there, bright as a beetroot looking incredibly awkward. He outsmarted my though as he replied, 'You're chatting shit, Leanne. That don't even make sense because technically if you rearrange the letters it would actually say a Gavin, not just...Gavin...' His voice trailed off as he realised that he was embarrassing himself further.

    I did feel slightly guilty after saying that but then I would think back to all the years he has been horrid to me and prior to that, I hadn't retaliated. Gavin is one of them guys that thinks that he is hard, when in actual fact, there's a rotting banana in our fruit bowl harder than him. Needless to say, I was given detention and received a stern telling off from the headmaster for that. It was well worth it though as the bullying stopped shortly afterwards and the look on Gavin's face was priceless.

    The girls in my year were pretty safe with me. Sure, some of the popular girls looked down their noses at me but that's all. I guess you could say that I was in the middle popularity-wise. I wasn't overly popular, but I wasn't a geek either.

    Anyway, back to the here and now. School went fairly quick until the last lesson of the day, the dreaded double science. Well, I say dreaded but actually it is a bit of a giggle due to who is in our class. I sit next to Lisa and my other fabulous best friend, Sasha, who I have known since the playgroup days. Sasha is half Greek and has gorgeous long, flowing, sleek mahogany hair and flawless olive skin. The girl looks like a model. She is pretty darn foxy and looks as radiant as ever today. Sasha ain’t as brazen as Lisa; she is more subdued. She is incredibly sweet and trusting. If ever I have a problem, I go to her to confide in and she always makes me feel about ten times better.

    Also sitting at our desk are Sean and his crew. They are the popular youths of our year. They are fit, cheeky and hilarious. Legends! Sean was playing his regular Guess the tune game in which he downs a can of coke and performs a series of burps to well known songs for his mates to guess.

    I turn to face Lisa and Sasha. 'So, what's the plan for tonight?'

    'The usual?' replies Lisa whilst simultaneously nibbling on the pen in her mouth. It's a habit she's done in class ever since Daryl Healey told her that she looked well sexy with a pen in her mouth.

    'That sounds groovy to me!' Sasha eagerly chips in.

    The usual is what we tend to do every Friday night. It consists of a few drinks at my gaff, followed by going to the bowling and cinema complex which ultimately contains fit lads. It is bare yobo paradise as it is the place where all the boy-racers congregate to race each other.

    'Right how about you come to my gaff at 7ish, have jolly old Domino's pizza and drinkies, then head to bowling at 9ish?' The girls agreed so that was that sorted.

    Suddenly, we hear a loud BANG followed by a sheepish yelp and an ow. Gavin has fallen off his stool.

    'Get up this instance, idiot boy!' bellowed our chubby old science teacher Mr Hobbs. Hobbs seems to be permanently in a foul mood. He is always dressed in the same old tweed suit that seems to be about ten sizes too small. Every time he bends over, I think that he is going to rip his trousers. He never does though.

    'Sorry sir. I forgot that the stool didn't have a back to it, and I kept leaning back expecting there to be one,' explained Gavin.

    'Wanker,' muttered Sean.

    I looked at Sean and smiled in agreement with him. We spent the last few minutes chatting and giggling. Our classmates were acting up because we were in our final few months at school. Rubbers and pens were being thrown at Hobbs. I noticed one of Sean's friends discreetly drawing a picture on the desk of a detailed penis with the word Hobbs next to it.

    As I was fiddling around in my pencil case, looking for my pink gel pen to underline the date with, Sean grabbed my hips as he walked past me. This startled me and I let out, what can only be described as a shock fart. It sounded like a zip being fastened really fast. Oh...fuck..... Everyone was laughing and I was so embarrassed.

    ‘Leanne that was class!' laughed Sean.

    'Oh do piss off,' I jokingly replied whilst laughing.

    'Leanne! Sean! Out of this class NOW!!!' bellowed Hobbs.

    'Come on, Leanne. You need spanking you dirty bird,' said Sean mischievously whilst smacking my ass. 'Don't fart on my hand though,' he added.

    'OUT!' raged Hobbs.

    'Thank fuck we're out of that bullshit class,' exclaimed Sean as we casually walked outside to bliss out on the school playing field.

    'I know. I can't believe I shock farted though,' I replied whilst reclining on the playing field, squinting at the bright sunshine. I then turned to look as Sean, who looked deep in thought. 'Sean, you look proper baffled. What's up?'

    'I was just thinking about milk. Like how the fuck was it discovered? What the fuck was a human doing sucking off an udder?'

    'Good point. I have mused on this myself before. I can only assume some creep was sucking it, getting off on it and liked the taste? Whilst we are on the mysteries of life though, cop for this. If you put toothpaste on a toothbrush, then dip it in some washing powder, would your teeth be whiter?'

    'Fuck knows, but I'm gonna try that tonight.'

    'I might give it a bash too actually. Maybe we should do before and after teeth photos?' I replied whilst sitting up excitedly.

    'Hell yeah. Wanna do my photo now?' asked Sean whilst retrieving his mobile phone from his black Nike school bag before passing it to me.

    'Nice screen saver, Sean,' I laughed whilst admiring some topless glamour model.

    'Innit! Hold up, I'll get the camera setting on it.'

    Sean then pulled a hilarious geeky toothy smile to expose his teeth as I took the photo. I couldn't help but burst out laughing at his expression.

    'Now you do me,' I said whilst passing him my phone.

    'Bend over then.'

    'Sean! I meant take a photo of my teeth!' I too pulled a comical toothy face whilst Sean captured the moment on my phone.

    'Compare photos tonight, innit.'

    'You're on!' I enthused.

    'Why the fuck are we still at school? It's nearly home time. Let's go.'

    'I'm going to wait for Lisa and Sasha.'

    'Geek,' laughed Sean and off he went.

    The sun was shining brightly as I walked home with Lisa and Sasha, all of us linking arms whilst discussing our day and clarifying our plans for tonight. We said our goodbyes and hugged when I arrived at my house some twenty minutes later. We continued our goodbyes by waving at each other and pulling comical faces whilst I was at my front door. I then spun around theatrically and smacked by face on the hanging basket. We all burst out laughing.

    'Leanne, you silly celery stick!' teased Sasha.

    'Shut it banana peel,' I retorted. We call ourselves fruit and vegetable names occasionally in silly situations.

    'You had a good day, sweets?' asked Mum as soon as my foot was through the door.

    'Same as usual,' I reply in teenage drone.

    'Ah well, not for much longer, eh.'

    Not for much longer indeed for I am in my final year at school with GCSEs fast approaching. Oooh shit. The only subject I actually enjoy doing, is drama. So long as I pass that one, I'm not too arsed about the others. The thing that I love about drama is that I can act like a complete daft twat and get praised on doing so!

    By the time 7 o'clock arrives, Lisa and Sasha arrive, as planned. We greet each other with a hug and one of them annoying high-pitched screams. We order pizzas and I get in the shower to wash my barnet whilst Lisa and Sasha put on my Ministry of Sound CD and start to get ready in the bedroom. Jodie is staying at her mate's gaff tonight so me and the girls had the bedroom to ourselves. After my shower, I come into the bedroom clutching some Bacardi Breezers. We crack them open and drink them via a straw to get tipsy quicker, though I'm tipsy after just one! Our pizza arrives and once we have eaten that we discuss outfits.

    'Are you going to wear your new skirt tonight, Lea? It looks well sexy on. Shows off your sexy ass,' says Lisa with a wink.

    'Oh go on then, may as well break the skirt in.'

    'Yeah, it'll break you in and all mate.'

    'Lisa! Trust you to say that. Have you noticed how we always get served for drinks when we wear skirts?'

    'Well obviously, my dear. It's the only way! Besides, if you've got it, flaunt it, babe!'

    'Damn right, lady,' chips in Sasha whilst clinking her Bacardi Breezer bottle with ours.

    We head to the bathroom to brush our teeth. 'Bastard garlic and herb dip. I can't get rid of the garlic taste, Lea. You got any mouthwash?' asks Sasha.

    I hand her my bottle of mouthwash and then realised that I had forgotten to apply washing detergent

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