It was a
rainy day outside and I just turned the corner into my house. I rushed inside
and found my Mum watching TV. I came and sat down beside her.
“How was
your day?” My Mum asked as she walked off to the kitchen to prepare afternoon
tea.
“Okay,” I
shout after her. Suddenly I hear my Mum’s cell phone ring. I run over to see
who it’s from.
“Oh no,” I
think to myself as I read the text.
I hear Mum
call from the kitchen, “Who was that?”
“Would you
like to see it? It’s from one of your friends,” I say.
“Yes,” I
hear my Mum say.
I run the
phone over to her in the kitchen.
“Thank you
darling. By the way, where is your portfolio?” asked Mum
I knew this
was coming. I take my portfolio to her. She opens it up and her mouth drops
open. I snatch the portfolio out of her hands and all I see ‘1, 1, 1, 1 and
even more ‘1s’. My Mum screams at me. I run up to my bedroom and slam the door.
I break down into tears and close my eyes and I wish I never had a Mum.
The next
morning my eyes slowly open. I stumble down the stairs and the house feels cold
and empty. I run up stairs to my Mum’s room. I could not hear anything coming
from inside the room. I barge into the room, and look around. I see only a bed
and furniture placed in its normal sports around the room.
“Everything
is perfectly normal,” I say calmly to myself. I run over to the curtains and
pull them oven. The bright morning sun bursts into the room. Suddenly, I hear
noise coming from the kitchen. I slowly walk towards the door. I quietly make
my way down the hallway and then down the stairs. Then I hear a gentle meow and
realized it was only my cat. I burst into the kitchen and find my cat searching
for food. “I wonder why Mum didn’t feed her.”
To be
continued.
By Molly R
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