Verity Sackett (Age: 15)

Exiting from the coffee shop, the burnt orange, murky green and tired brown leaves crunch underfoot as she makes use of her new pair of Timberlands, a present from her family. Her thick, chestnut-hair cascading down her narrow shoulders and...

“Who you gonna call?” “Ghost BUSTERS!!!” screams Jenny gleefully as she moon-walks in front of her mirror whilst plumping her hair up with some raspberry hair-mousse from the hair-salon down the road. The sweet smell subtly levitates above her head,...