I am heartbroken. No, truly. I know I'm quite prone to be overly dramatic but this time it's serious. Allow me to explain from the beginning.
The only writing competition I ever came first in (yes, meaning that I WON!) was for the exam board AQA back in 2011. The theme was 'identity' so you either had to write about your identity or make one up to write about. I made one up.
The story of how I won is actually quite mysterious. So much was down to chance. I wrote the piece last minute and didn't give myself time to proof-read anything. Then on our last day of school, I forgot to hand it in to my English teacher and only remembered about an hour later, when I was shopping with my friend. I made her go all the way back with me in the hope our teacher was still there - she was.
Already my prospects didn't look good.
I had to find a computer and print off the pages to be posted to AQA and I worried the printer wouldn't work. It did, though. Relieved, I said goodbye to my teacher and went about my day. Then it was the two week Easter holiday.
Two days later, my teacher still hadn't posted my entry and she was leaving the country to enjoy her time off. While very lovable, she is also extremely forgetful. If I had known at the time that she hadn't posted it yet, I probably would have been in a permanent state of anxiety. My teacher later confessed that she posted my entry on her way to the airport!

