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Gopal Johal09/10/2008

A Mother

‘Michael Michael’? That was my tiresome mothers voice, I meant stepmother. I opened my weary eyes and saw the same old view I had seen for seven years of my life. Furthermore it was going to be the same old day. I got out of my bed, which was more like a rubbish bin with litter everywhere. I turned on the dingy lights which only produced a faint glow and I put on my glasses. I got up eagerly knowing that I had to leave the house before my step mother saw me, so I walked over to the door which was no more than two metres away and put my ear against the filthy rotten door. I was in the basement locked away from my bother and sisters who where eating breakfast with my step mother. I could hear the ringing mental sound of knife and forks hitting the plate and could hear my brothers being childish. I knew that my step mother could not control the kids and she let them do what ever they wanted but she could control me. She would do everything to me such as kick me, spit at me, throw things at me and punch me, but only I saw the damage.

I waited until they had gone upstairs before I made a move for the kitchen. ‘Thud Thud’ the noise of two brothers and one sister all going up the stairs at the same time. I opened the ice cold handle and crept to the kitchen hoping that my mother would not come down and see me. The abominable smell of bacon made me feel sick. I ran over to the toaster and got out the remaining pieces of what seemed to be toast and I gathered my school bag and sprinted to the door. I heard some footsteps coming down the stairs, so I opened the door in fright and knew that now I was free for a couple of hours at least. I made the brief journey to school and threw the piece of toast away. I made it just in time for school and was ecstatic when I saw Jimmy waiting out side school for me.

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The bell went and it was the end of school it had raced by and I know what was waiting for me at home. I walked leisurely out of school and could smell the thick fog in the sky. It was close to Christmas and I knew that soon it was going to snow. Looking up I could see the looming purple sky taking over blue; they seemed to chase each other. I put my hands in to my pockets and put my worn out gloves on as the biting cold wind attacked me. It was as cold as ...

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