To 18 year old Emma Slater, New York, England, is her whole life. It's where she grew up, the streets she played on, the streets she learnt to walk on, the streets she rode her first bike on. It's home.
But it's also the streets where she dealt drug...
I'm sorry if i've mislead you into thinking this is an update, however it is not.
It's just a small message to say I won't be writing for the next few days, or for however long. I am heartbroken and terrified for all my BPOC and do not feel capable of writing at the moment with all that is going on in the world. I'm protesting, handing out flyers, sticking up posters all whilst trying to manage my small business also while there is, like, a global pandemic. And I just don't feel comfortable writing when the world is at such a tipping point. I want justice, and I want it now, and I can't sit still and write when I could be helping the BLM movement. I'm not entirely sure if any of this makes sense right now as my head is in such a dark place watching the events unfold in America. I feel so powerless as my country is still on lockdown and I'm not allowed to use public transport to, for example, travel into London to protest, but i'm using my voice in every way i can. I promise I will be back soon and I hope you all understand.
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