I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could
get him out and he’d look at me the way boys do in films, as if I’m beautiful. He wouldn’t speak much,
but he’d be breathing hard as he took off his leather jacket and unbuckled his jeans. He’d wear white
pants and he’d be so gorgeous I’d almost faint. He’d take my clothes off too. He’d whisper, ‘Tessa, I
love you. I really bloody love you. You’re beautiful’ – exactly those words – as he undressed me.

Author: Jenny Downham