TRUE-LIFE
Seeing the silver car pull up outside our house, I felt nervous butterflies in my tummy.
‘Good luck,’ smiled my younger sister Kelly, then 15.
Mum and Dad hugged me before I stepped out of the door.
It was September 2003, and they’d adopted me and Kelly when we were 5 and 3.
I’d had a tough life before that.
Now in my teens, I’d become a bit rebellious.
Falling in with the wrong crowd, skipping classes.
But Mum and Dad still surprised me with driving lessons for my 17th birthday, after Mum’s friend recommended the instructor, Frank Barham.
I walked anxiously towards his car in my joggers and a baggy T-shirt – I’d always been a tomboy.
