"What is up with you?" I ask the girls.
"Hahahaha!!!!!!!!!!"they shriek with laughter! I had been pranked! The butt of their joke! Even Cook is chuckling! I cant help it; I scream so loud it makes all the birds flock away! Everyone is silent. To make myself clear, I scream again and glare at Gertie (she obviously organised it). This clearly works. I shove Cook and grab her awful stew. I hurl it through the air at her and she frollicks about squealing as it flies at her...
A sopping mess ,Cook kicks me in the shin, sending me stumbling.she punches me in the stomach,it doest hurt but that is considered child cruelty, way worse than being covered in stew! "There! Jokes over li'lons!" She isn't mad, but she is gawping at her own actions.She is worried now, I could get her sacked, easily! I won't though. "Go!" She shrills, almost crying.
I saunter off making sure they know I mean business. That night I hear Adam- he is roaring- at...at...Cook! I feel almost bad. But I wont give in to the sobs, I won't. Then there is a blood curling wail "No! You can't sack me!!!!" Now I'm the one gawping.
I doze off in the wails, bringing the end to my birthday (maybe).oh no.
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A girl called...
Historical FictionShe knows she has a name... 34567 was orphaned at newborn. Her mother left her without a name tag or date of birth, so she was given a number name. Desperately teased ,she searches for her identity, to find a new life...
