Joanne Telford 27/09/07

Autobiographical Writing – 500 words

Getting a Phone Call to Say my Friends Gone into Labour…

I can’t sit still, I feel agitated, excited and worried all at the same time. My leg is shaking as if my nerves are going crazy!

Before the phone-call, I was slouched comfortably on my couch with my cats watching a really funny episode of friends on the telly, the only things I can think of now are; is she okay? Is anyone with her?

My friend has gone into labour after 8 months and 3 weeks and I feel helpless. I am over 100 miles away, I can’t be there like I am supposed to be, holding her hand and saying “you’re doing great, you will be fine”

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Nothing is funny on telly now. I can’t make sense of anything around me; I’m too excited to care about anything else other than my friend.

My cat keeps meowing at me, she knows something has happened. She wants constant petting and reassurance that I am ok. She calms me down.

The words still don’t feel real. Were they really said? Have I fallen asleep or is this really happening?

“Jo! Jo! She’s gone into labour…”

I ring my friend back, we shriek with excitement down the phone to each other. It really is happening.

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