I remember the party quite well. My mother had decorated our front room with balloons and banners. She had ordered a beautiful cake from the bakery's round the corner and had made lots of little sandwiches and cup cakes. She had invited all my friends from school and some of the neighbours. She had even invited Mr and Mrs Granger, the gardener and his wife.
I remember all the presents and the loud music. My dad seemed very happy that day, he stood proudly in the photos with his two sons, one on either side of him, and me in front. Mum was actually taking the photos so she wasn't really in very many.
Mr Granger was very helpful throughout the party, he helped my mum take the meat out to the BBQ for the adults. He was there to help my mum when the drinks ran out and we had to get another case of beer from the basement. He was generally a very helpful person.
After lots of party games, we all sat down and ate, then the candles were lit and I blew out the candles to lots of loud cheering. After the cake, most of my friends left. Our next door neighbour stayed with their two boys who were close friends with Greg and Paul, and my best friend Emma stayed. She was staying for a sleepover. Mr and Mrs Granger also stayed. All the adults went out into the garden to finish the BBQ and continue drinking, Paul, Greg, Emma, Simon, Thomas and I went upstairs to watch a DVD and muck around in my room.
After a while we got bored and headed into the kitchen. Emma was hungry so I made her a peanut butter sandwich. I picked up the loaf of bread from the bread bin, went over the the fridge and carefully got out the butter, balanced that on the loaf of bread then reached in a grabbed the jar of peanut butter and put that on top of the butter container and closed the fridge door. As I turned round to head for the table I hadn't seen Emma standing behind me, I colided with her and dropped everything. The bread slid over to the door, the butter fell and the lid flew off . The peanut butter jar crashed and broke into little pieces. Trust mum to buy the organic peanut butter which was the only peanut butter in the world to be sold in a glass jar.
Emma and I looked at the horrible mess on the floor. Just at that moment my mum came into the kitchen laughing at something someone had said to her. As she turned and faced us, she looked down at the floor.
She took a deep breath, 'Please just go to your room' she said quietly. We rather quickly made our way to my room. Suddenly our hunger had vanished.
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Short StoryIsn't it funny just how much your mother can influence your life. You don't even realise it. You're born into a family and take everything that happens within it as normal. I mean, until you are older and start comparing ......
