The Story of a Life Time

Every Sunday

I wake up at my dad's house. He seems to be in a good mood, hopefully it stays like that. I eat breakfast with my dad and get changed before heading down to my mum's house. I carry my backpack on my shoulders as I walk in, my wellies making a distinct noise. My mum looks teary-eyed and she's sat down on the kitchen side. I can already tell this isn't going to be a good day. I drop off my bag and say hi to my mum. I head up to my room and begin playing with my paper dolls I made recently, I don't get many toys apart from the ones I get for my birthday and Christmas and even then I don't get that much. I hear my mum screaming at my step dad from downstairs, I wish I stayed with my dad for a bit longer. I step away from my doll house and sit in the chair in my bedroom, I pick up my tablet from off the floor. My internet had ran out for this month so I just play some games. My mum and my step-dad argue every Sunday, I hate it every time...