Roses

I remember my 10th birthday when all my relatives came and made a big deal about me and treated me like I was a 5 year old. My mum tried to act normal in front of everyone but it didn't quite work and half way through my birthday she dragged herself to the pub to meet her new boyfriend Steve. Steve's no better than any of the other boyfriends she's had in fact, he's one of the worse. She meets him every night at the pub and leaves me home alone to look after my baby brother Samuel. Samuel doesn't think much of mum either so he now thinks me as his 2nd mummy which to be honest with you I quite enjoyed until the day I had been dreading.

Mia my long lost cousin who went missing a couple of years ago had finally been found and cared for until she was 16 and the day of my birthday she got quite nervous as she new my mum left me alone but she didn't understand why she had done it on my birthday. "Morgan how come your mum has left you on your birthday," she had said.

I replied "she does that every time I get all the attention,"

So my birthday day flew by and then when my family went mum had come back wobbling in her bright red stilettos and her make-up smudged all over her face. Her hair up in a scruffy bun and her dress ripped down the back, I had wonderd if she had been drinking all night.

Mum ran up our swirly stairs and landed with a flop on her bed and sighed, she would only do that if a boyfriend had broken up with her.

"Mum", I said "mum are you ok"

"Yes I - I -I'm fine really I am it's just there's something I want to tell you", said mum

"What's that mum", I said sounding worried by this time.

"I'm pregnant with twins honey and I want you to look after them as I am going to go down to the pub every night so I can work on my social life as I haven't got out much since you and Samuel were born and now my to new baby's", sighed mum

I stormed of to my room as I was mums new baby sitter, I was outraged and I locked myself in my room with Samuel sitting on my lap spitting all over my bed as he was hungry. I sighed and unlocked my door and walked down into the kitchen with sams bottle in my hand. I walked over to the fridge and poured the milk in the bottle and stuck the it in the microwave.

I dragged my feet upstairs and shut my bedroom door and put the bottle in little Sams mouth.

I woke up in the morning and walked Sam along the canal and then stopped by the ice cream van so we could both get a mr wippy. Sam would normally eat it all up in one gulp but in 1 lick he spat it out. He wouldn't normally do that so I rushed him to the doctors. After waiting a whole hour we got called into dr. Adams room.

"Where's your mum Morgan?" , asked dr Adams.

"She's at home, she has no idea that Samuels ill", I said wanting to tell the truth to dr Adams.

The doctor did a test on sams heart and 30 minuets later we found out he had food poisoning.

He got rushed to the hospital in an ambulance while they called mum and told her what's happening. Sam was carefully placed in a small plastic bed with a small sheet to cover him with. Sam's face had turned green when we got to the hospital and we were the first of patients to go into the hospital. About 1 hour later mum got here with a hair in a neat ballet bun and a strapless t-shirt and skinny jeans with some pumps on which was the best thing to run in out of all of mums shoes. Mum rushed to the counter and asked whereabouts Samuel Thomas ward was. She ran around corners and up the squeaky floor. Then in the corner of my eye I saw my mum run into the room for her little boy and as soon as that happened he started screaming when she tried to touch him.

"STOP", I shouted "YOU CAN SEE HE DOESN'T LIKE IT",

"Stop being cheeky missy I am his mother not you", my mum answered in the tone of voice which means you shouldn't argue with her. I then gave Sam a kiss goodbye and ran out of the hospital towards the bus stop, I was the one who looked after him and I was the one who knew he wasn't well and yet mum takes all the credit at the act of "I'm the mother". I hoped on the bus that goes to our house and found the nearest seat. I waited 10 minuets until it was my stop and then walked up to the front door and found the spare key under the flower pot, mum is so predictable, I turned the key into the key hole and pushed the door open and ran upstairs and grabbed my rucksack.

I stuffed as much clothes as I could fit into the rucksack and mr Oliver my little teddy which I had had since I was little. I ran downstairs to the kitchen and I grabbed 2 plastic bags from under the sink. I opened the fridge door and stuffed bread, butter, jam, ready salted crisps, the whole biscuit box and a hand full of haribos. I then opened the airing cupboard and grabbed a small blanket and the spare pillow.

I ran out the door forgetting to lock it and ran to the bus stop. I was just in time as the bus was there ready and waiting to go, I hoped on it and sat down in a empty seat. Finally the last stop came and I was the last one on the bus I stepped of the bus and I stood looking around in the middle of know where. I trudged along the path towards the woods I felt into my pockets and found my phone I pressed the off/on button to turn my phone off so no one could contact me and trace my calls so they couldn't find me. I gathered sticks up so I could make a camp so at least I would be dry if it rains. I found a tree almost at the heart of the woods, I gathered the sticks and stood them up to make an arch around the tree for enough space to sleep.

I pulled leaves over the holes in the roof and placed my blanket down with the pillow on the side. And Mr Oliver's head resting on the pillow, I made a small kitchen and pulled all the food from the bag and into piles. My phone under my pillow along with my best book "what Katie did" that was in the bottom of my rucksack. I went to bed at 11:34 and went to sleep, then at about 2:07 my phone rang and woke me up I answered it as I had forgotten where I was, it was my mum.....

"Morgan where the heck are you we have been worried sick your lucky that I want you back after what you have done to your brother", shouted my mum through the phone

"I haven't done anything mum are you stupid I didn't give him food poisoning did I it was your rank fish pie with raw fish so don't take it all out on me", I screamed tears prickling down my cheeks.

"you come back home right now missy, the police are after you and you have been on the news and in the news paper and when you do come back you'll be for it I have to go to your poor brother bye", my mum said and hang up the phone.