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Black and White.

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Nicola Richardson Black and White. As I woke up on yet another hot sunny Saturday all I could hear was my mum and dad yelling at each other downstairs. I don't know how they can scream at each other so early in the morning! It was then that I made my decision; I wasn't going to stay in this house whilst they constantly argued with each other. I really don't know how my sisters put up with it! I dressed quickly but quietly and headed downstairs. The argument didn't stop when I got into the room; they just carried on as if I wasn't even there. I had breakfast whilst trying to find the source of the argument. I realised it was about my dad doing "foreigners", in other words a little bit of work on the side so we can have more money, which we so desperately need. We live in a 4 bedroom detached house in a good area. The only problem is we can't afford it, especially when there are six mouths to feed as well. Anyway, the argument was about dad wanting the car for a job and mum not letting him have it. ...read more.

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As we edged closer to investigate, my mum appeared from the Spar exit! Jamie and I sprinted back towards his house and veered left down passage behind the houses, which to our surprise were full of nettles! It was too late to turn back by then, as we were already stung from knee to foot, so we ploughed on through them. By the time we got to Neil's it had gone lunchtime and to our disappointment Neil wasn't even there, so we cautiously walked back to Jamie's down the roads, purposely avoiding the passage behind the houses, as we were already stung all over. It was dark by the time we got back. I spent about 10 minutes inside Jamie's house before there was a knock on the door; I just knew it was my dad. I knew I couldn't stay here forever so I followed Jamie to the door, and sure enough there was my dad looking livid. "GET YOUR ARSE IN THAT CAR NOW!" I really didn't want to leave but I decided that I had better do as I was told, so I said goodbye to Jamie. ...read more.

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I was in hospital for what seemed like years; actually it was only 3 weeks. Family kept coming to visit me, bringing me cards and sweets. My boyfriend came and gave me a big bunch of white flowers and the big hug I needed. He started to cry whilst telling me how scared and worried he had been at the thought of losing me. He told me how much he loved me and I began to cry. Next my mum came and seemed to sit for hours telling me how sorry she was for not understanding me; she was making all kinds of promises to me. In the future, we would try to find a way to compromise. Dad and I were discharged from the hospital at the same time. The first thing we did was give each other a big hug. When I walked out of the door on that hot sunny Saturday morning, I had had no idea that I would be close to dying the very same night. We had all been wrong, too extreme, to 'black and white' in our attitudes. I looked forward to a more peaceful state of existence among the subtle shades of grey! Word count :1510 ...read more.

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