1500 words Women's Fiction
A lad from the 'wrong side of the tracks' falls for a girl his mother warned him he can never have.
My mother was preserving the class system again. “Them folks as live up th’ill, live in a different world frum us. We’ll never be able to aspire tuh same ‘eights as them, you’ll see. Just wait ‘til ya get older and you’ll see the way of the world!” Unfortunately, one of the folks that lived on the hill was Penelope Armstrong-Sydeley and I took a shine to her from the day I saw her in the schoolyard. A gaggle of girls was doing handstands against a wall that ran the length of the girls’ play area.