Amelia was a bitch. She knew it was cruel, pretending to like Ian so as to get him back to her house alone just so she could embarrass him. When he arrived at her house to pick her up for the prom - which she invited him to - she wasn’t ready and it was soon clear she had no intention of going to the school dance. Instead she wanted to stay in with him; a chance to get closer and enjoy some “quiet time” seeing as her parents were out of the house. Ian had never been with a girl before so when she took the lead, he went with it - not knowing he was being filmed the whole time she was making him put a show on for her. The plan being to spread the video amongst the rest of the class. She knew it would hurt him but it didn’t stop her from pushing forward with her pathetic plan. What she didn’t know was the level of revenge Ian would take on her years later after a chance encounter with her in the local supermarket... Equipped with a toy built entirely from plastic bricks, Ian was going to hurt her physically as much as she’d hurt him mentally. And to think, people thought it hurt when they STOOD on the bricks.
Author
Biography MATT SHAW was born, quite by accident (his mother tripped, he shot out) September 30th 1980 in Winchester hospital where he was immediately placed on the baby ward and EBay. Some twelve years later (wandering the corridors of the hospital and playing with road kill when he was on day release), the listing closed and he remained unsold, he was booted out of the hospital to start his life as a writer and hobbit – beginning with writing screenplays and short stories for his own amusement before finally getting published when he was twenty-seven years and forty-five seconds old. Once Published weekly in a lad's magazine with his photography work, Matt Shaw is also a published author and cartoonist. Has to be said, can be a bit of a flirt and definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, somewhat of a klutz. Favourite books "Roald Dahl's Collection of Short Stories" Tim Burton's Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy Anything, really, written by himself. Because he is that good.
