TITLE: WELCOME TO BRONTE COUNTRY
GENRE: BRITISH REGIONAL - RACIAL CONFLICT
Me, a heroine? Are you kidding? Anyone who thinks that should be carted off to Linfield Mount, where they have nice, comfortable, padded cells for nutters. I was a normal sixteen-year-old lass living on the Branwell council estate in Thornton. Perhaps it’s what I did that autumn which makes some people think I’m special, when all that trouble kicked off between the Asians and us on the Branwell.
I’ll never forget the evening of the second Tuesday in September, a week to the day after my sixteenth birthday. We were all at home: me in the hallway talking on the telephone; our Will in the front room watching TV; Mum ironing.
An icy draft blew under the front door, raising hundreds of goose bumps along my bare legs. My mini didn’t do much to keep away Jack Frost. But that wasn’t the main thing on my mind. My boyfriend was on the phone. Danny was in the year above me at school. I’d started seeing him when I was thirteen. He was my first proper boyfriend. You know, the first one I went… riding with.
I’d met Danny down the stables where my best mate Tara kept her horse. His mum and dad were loaded, so they had four horses. We’d been inseparable. But then his parents decided the grass was greener on the Emerald Isle. As soon as he finished his GCSEs, they moved there, horses and all.