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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Family & Friends
- Subject: Childhood / Youth
- Published: 04/06/2013
Water
Born 2001, F, from London, United KingdomWalking home, rain pelting down, flattening my bright red hair. Typical. How I hate rain. It reminds me of how my luxurious life was suddenly halted to a stop, and condemned to stay that way forever. No, it's not rain, it's water. I hate WATER. The feel, the way it slides onto my dry skin, the way it dampens my long, thick hair. I hate the way it tastes, the horrid feeling of it slithering down my throat. It feels as if someone has put a spell on me-a spell so powerful that the thoughts will race through my head long after I'm gone.
I open the pale, white door- dirty and splintered, after we had been robbed. I didn't really care about that. It wasn't like they robbed ME. I had nothing left of my precious belongings; my jewels, and my fancy white dress, and my makeup. They had been taken away from me by the older ones at another Home, when I had first been taken there. I was 12, so it was easy for me to weep for those belongings, since I had little other of them, and it was the age to have a passion for those type of belongings. I sighed, and went inside.
Lorri and Tori, the twins, were sitting on the steps, muttering among themselves, holding blunt knives. I always stayed well away from those twins, since they had been taken into care for a murder. I gulped. They were both really quite pretty; fair, blonde hair, rosy cheeks, and cute little dresses. However, as they say: Never judge a book by its cover. When I first arrived, I was taken aback by the twins, wondering why no-one went near, them, and why they sneaked some knives at breakfast and held onto them tightly all day. I decided to offer them some of my old dolls to play with, and to kindly tell them the dangers of knives. I shuffled towards them awkwardly, while they muttered among themselves on the staircase.
"Uhhhh, hi?" I said awkwardly, keeping my distance. They took no notice, and continued to mutter among themselves.
"W-well, I-I j-just wanted t-to give you t-these. I h-hope you d-don't mind that they're k-kinda old, and I've lost the-" I stammered, when they both started shrieking, waving their knives about wildly. I took a step back, while Beth, (one of the people who worked there) hustled me to my room, and Sid, (another worker) tried to calm Lorri and Tori down. Both the workers quietly had a word with me about they're dark past, and I nodded. Ever since, I had kept well clear of them.
I sighed yet again, exasperated. I kept to one side of the staircase while going up, and dodged Dave and Tim, who were chasing each other, and bashing each other over head with inflatable hammers-or sometimes bashing me. The whole house was total chaos after school : yelling about going to clubs on time, going out to parties, getting changed and fed- it was part of the day which I couldn't stand at all. Even Adele, the oldest and most sensible, seemed to become a whiny little kid again, and the boy gang (which is basically ALL the boys in the place in a huge group-no matter HOW old) was violent, and the normal middle-aged kids just complained about homework and being tired.
I opened the door to my deep-navy bedroom, and flung my school bag into a corner. I lay on the bed, and closed my eyes and thought of the horrid night that lead me to this new life. I was 12 at the time, and now I'm 14. Two whole years ago. Today.
On the night, I was happily drawing in my navy marbled notebook, which was a great passion of mine. Every day I drew a different animal, since I adored them ever since I could remember, and always longed to have one. I drew Maltese dog extra fluffy; Little Siamese kittens delicately licking their fur, and my favorite animal- a Rabbit. I always drew them with extra care; making sure the pencil strokes were light and even, the shape of the Rabbit correct, and the little face extra cute but realistic. Mum and Dad adored these pictures, and often framed them, saying I had huge potential. I believed this too, and my cheeks flooded red with pride.
So, I was drawing, in my own little world. I suddenly heard a shriek of my mum, and a shout of my dad and some running. As I ran down the hall to investigate, some men ran past me, and out of the door. I went upstairs, and the shrieking seemed to be coming from the bathroom.
"Mum?! Dad?! What happened! Who WERE those people?"I shouted, pounding on the door of the bathroom.
"Alice? Help!! Call someone! Please! They've made the taps and shower burst so the room is flooding! Christopher?! Oh, God, he's collapsed!! Alice, we need help. We might drown!! A-glerg-lice!!" There was a thump on the floor. My heart raced. Water was seeping out from underneath the door.
"MUM! Oh, Mum, PLEASE. Don't go. Please. Don't." I sobbed, keeling over. I lay there, weeping. That was when my life changed.
I opened my eyes, and gazed around my room. I stumbled over to my very last drawer, and opened it. There was my navy marbled notebook, untouched for years.
I cradled it for a second, wishing all my worries would go away, and everything was the way it was before. But now that could never happen.
I carefully flicked through the page, being sucked back into my warm, cosy, and most of all, SAFE home. Mum was sitting on the sofa, sipping her coffee, and dad was in his private gym, doing press-ups. I gazed around my perfect home, and blinked. I looked into my notebook. I saw my Siamese kitty, my little Maltese dog, and my precious Rabbit. I opened a fresh new page. I started to draw.
In the first picture, I drew mum and dad, arms over me, while I held up a picture of country side proudly. I looked over it, studying it, and found my secret stash of expensive, fine tipped pens. They were then last of my belongings from before. I colored it in, concentrating fiercely. I smiled.
In the next picture, I drew the door of the bathroom, little wavy lines to indicate the pounding from inside. I drew me, weeping on the floor. I stared.
I put the notebook back in the drawer, at the very bottom. I said aloud, my head up high, "Good-bye, Mum, Dad. I will never forget you."
I stood up, and walked out of the door and closed the door firmly.
Water(Alesha)
Walking home, rain pelting down, flattening my bright red hair. Typical. How I hate rain. It reminds me of how my luxurious life was suddenly halted to a stop, and condemned to stay that way forever. No, it's not rain, it's water. I hate WATER. The feel, the way it slides onto my dry skin, the way it dampens my long, thick hair. I hate the way it tastes, the horrid feeling of it slithering down my throat. It feels as if someone has put a spell on me-a spell so powerful that the thoughts will race through my head long after I'm gone.
I open the pale, white door- dirty and splintered, after we had been robbed. I didn't really care about that. It wasn't like they robbed ME. I had nothing left of my precious belongings; my jewels, and my fancy white dress, and my makeup. They had been taken away from me by the older ones at another Home, when I had first been taken there. I was 12, so it was easy for me to weep for those belongings, since I had little other of them, and it was the age to have a passion for those type of belongings. I sighed, and went inside.
Lorri and Tori, the twins, were sitting on the steps, muttering among themselves, holding blunt knives. I always stayed well away from those twins, since they had been taken into care for a murder. I gulped. They were both really quite pretty; fair, blonde hair, rosy cheeks, and cute little dresses. However, as they say: Never judge a book by its cover. When I first arrived, I was taken aback by the twins, wondering why no-one went near, them, and why they sneaked some knives at breakfast and held onto them tightly all day. I decided to offer them some of my old dolls to play with, and to kindly tell them the dangers of knives. I shuffled towards them awkwardly, while they muttered among themselves on the staircase.
"Uhhhh, hi?" I said awkwardly, keeping my distance. They took no notice, and continued to mutter among themselves.
"W-well, I-I j-just wanted t-to give you t-these. I h-hope you d-don't mind that they're k-kinda old, and I've lost the-" I stammered, when they both started shrieking, waving their knives about wildly. I took a step back, while Beth, (one of the people who worked there) hustled me to my room, and Sid, (another worker) tried to calm Lorri and Tori down. Both the workers quietly had a word with me about they're dark past, and I nodded. Ever since, I had kept well clear of them.
I sighed yet again, exasperated. I kept to one side of the staircase while going up, and dodged Dave and Tim, who were chasing each other, and bashing each other over head with inflatable hammers-or sometimes bashing me. The whole house was total chaos after school : yelling about going to clubs on time, going out to parties, getting changed and fed- it was part of the day which I couldn't stand at all. Even Adele, the oldest and most sensible, seemed to become a whiny little kid again, and the boy gang (which is basically ALL the boys in the place in a huge group-no matter HOW old) was violent, and the normal middle-aged kids just complained about homework and being tired.
I opened the door to my deep-navy bedroom, and flung my school bag into a corner. I lay on the bed, and closed my eyes and thought of the horrid night that lead me to this new life. I was 12 at the time, and now I'm 14. Two whole years ago. Today.
On the night, I was happily drawing in my navy marbled notebook, which was a great passion of mine. Every day I drew a different animal, since I adored them ever since I could remember, and always longed to have one. I drew Maltese dog extra fluffy; Little Siamese kittens delicately licking their fur, and my favorite animal- a Rabbit. I always drew them with extra care; making sure the pencil strokes were light and even, the shape of the Rabbit correct, and the little face extra cute but realistic. Mum and Dad adored these pictures, and often framed them, saying I had huge potential. I believed this too, and my cheeks flooded red with pride.
So, I was drawing, in my own little world. I suddenly heard a shriek of my mum, and a shout of my dad and some running. As I ran down the hall to investigate, some men ran past me, and out of the door. I went upstairs, and the shrieking seemed to be coming from the bathroom.
"Mum?! Dad?! What happened! Who WERE those people?"I shouted, pounding on the door of the bathroom.
"Alice? Help!! Call someone! Please! They've made the taps and shower burst so the room is flooding! Christopher?! Oh, God, he's collapsed!! Alice, we need help. We might drown!! A-glerg-lice!!" There was a thump on the floor. My heart raced. Water was seeping out from underneath the door.
"MUM! Oh, Mum, PLEASE. Don't go. Please. Don't." I sobbed, keeling over. I lay there, weeping. That was when my life changed.
I opened my eyes, and gazed around my room. I stumbled over to my very last drawer, and opened it. There was my navy marbled notebook, untouched for years.
I cradled it for a second, wishing all my worries would go away, and everything was the way it was before. But now that could never happen.
I carefully flicked through the page, being sucked back into my warm, cosy, and most of all, SAFE home. Mum was sitting on the sofa, sipping her coffee, and dad was in his private gym, doing press-ups. I gazed around my perfect home, and blinked. I looked into my notebook. I saw my Siamese kitty, my little Maltese dog, and my precious Rabbit. I opened a fresh new page. I started to draw.
In the first picture, I drew mum and dad, arms over me, while I held up a picture of country side proudly. I looked over it, studying it, and found my secret stash of expensive, fine tipped pens. They were then last of my belongings from before. I colored it in, concentrating fiercely. I smiled.
In the next picture, I drew the door of the bathroom, little wavy lines to indicate the pounding from inside. I drew me, weeping on the floor. I stared.
I put the notebook back in the drawer, at the very bottom. I said aloud, my head up high, "Good-bye, Mum, Dad. I will never forget you."
I stood up, and walked out of the door and closed the door firmly.
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