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A Life In The Day

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A Life In The Day 'Beep beep beep' my alarm clock goes. Not another day. But I knew today was going to be completely different. I knew it was. But, how certain could I be? My only problem in life is that so many things are confusing. They say 'Life is like a box of chocolates', but how can life be referred to chocolate, when chocolate comes in many different flavours and coatings. Before I can tell my story, I must take you back to a important event, from 1725 in Warwickshire. * The sword slashes my face open, like a wolf hunting its pray by night. I wonder if I would ever see tomorrow. Maybe incapacitated, with fragmented bones. I dig deep within. Another slash I find. Blood began oozing from my face and arms. I needed help. * I unhurriedly arose from the darkest hide-away in my bedroom; my bed. ...read more.


And there she was. My mum. The woman who I love with all my heart and always will do. Stood there. Humming to herself. "Good morning, Jobo Hobo. Sleep well?" she asked. "Morning! Yes, thanks. Had a few unusual dreams last night. Nothing to worry about though. Smells delicious!" "Oh, thanks," she replied. "All for my little princess on h? I tried working things out in my head, but my mind kept wandering away towards my thought of bacon. The scrumptious, most wanted smell wafts down into my lungs. "It's ready!" my mum interrupts my thoughts. I ran to my pink, sparkling chair at the dining table. I felt, for a moment, that my mother was waiting on me, but she wasn't. The smell of my sandwiches were luxuriant. My favourite smell of all time. In some ways, I feel remorseful for the pig that was killed for me to be able to eat. ...read more.


I ran back downstairs, carrying my white trousers to go into my purple bowls bag. The house was still silent, until I walked into the front room. And there he was. Mark. Falling asleep again in the chair. Mark is my father, but I'm not allowed to call him 'dad', because that word reminds him of his father, and that brings back too many bad memories. I would explain all, but if I did, I would have all of this ripped up into a million pieces, and my heart would feel like it had be torn out and stamped on. All I can say is that when I am older, I will have to make the biggest decision that will make the rest of my life. The decision where I have to decide which side of the fence I want to sit; my mum and Mark's side or my grandparents and auntie's side. But, the side I choose against, is the side of the family which I lose touch with and never talk to again. So, if I make the wrong decision, well....that's the difference between life and death. ...read more.

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