I wake up from my horrible nightmare. My head is pounding and I am sweating all over. I climb out of my purple bed and I have a stretch. I check the time on my butterfly clock it was 8:49PM. I look outside to check whether it was morning. No, It was still night time. The sky was beginning to turn pitch black, I could barely see our back garden. When I was little my dad got me a swing, a little yellow one. I loved that swing. Every day after school, rain or shine, I used to beg my dad to push me. We had so much fun.
I close the curtains and I lie back down on my bed. I try to get to sleep, put my mouth is dry and my bed is too warm. I try to focus on the ceiling, I have glow in the dark stars painted permanently onto my celling, dad painted them. After dad died mum wanted to remove them, but I wouldn't let her. She said I was 'too old' or something. I close my eyes and I picture a lovely sky full of glowing stars, each twinkling and sparkling in the moon light. If only life was this peaceful, I think as the moon and the stars begin to fade away....
'Ummm...' I muffle into my duvet. Then I leap up in surprise. It was morning, I check my clock 5:23AM! 'Yes!' I cry out excitedly, I had finally fallen asleep. 'Thank you!' I say as I look up at my special stars on my celling, they helped me get to sleep after all...I better check if mum is up. I think as I rush into mum's room. I pop my head around the door 'Mum....Mum....' I whisper into the darkness. Her room was a rubbish dump. 'Mum?' I whispered louder as I was now getting worried. 'Ewww...' I squeal as I think I stepped on a plate of cold food. I draw back mum's curtains. 'Rise and shine..' I stop before I finished my sentence. Mum was not in her bed. I run around frantically around the house shouting 'MUM, MUM?! WHERE ARE YOU?!' until my voice ached with pain. She was no where to be found. I thought about calling the police, but they wouldn't believe a little girl...I began to sob on the top step of the stairs. 'Dad...I need help. Please...where is mum?' I sob into my pyjama sleeve 'Where is mum?' I cry, I hear my voice echo around the empty house.
Mum has never left me alone before. Where was she? I hope she hasn't left...No, she would of taken some clothes and the remaining pictures of dad with her. I decide not to mope around all day, so I get dressed out of my PJ's and into my school uniform. I look at myself in the mirror, I see red, puffy, tired eyes. Sore, red lips. I see messy, tangled hair. I see a run-down teenager. I comb my knotted hair as best as I could and I fasten a rose hair clip into my hair. I put a bit of concealer on (we are not allowed to wear make-up at our school). I look at myself again in the mirror, I look fine. I glance at the time, 6:12AM, way to early to walk to school. What could I do?
To pass the time I get my phone out and I look on my messages. I have no new ones. So I play on a few games, but I can't stop thinking about mum. So I put my phone down and I go to check in mum's room, to make sure that she had definitely gone. She had. If mum was coming back then she will need I tidy room, I thought. I started to pick up the soggy, used tissues and put them in a bin bag. 'Mum better be grateful!' I smile to myself. I get rid of the food and I pill up the cutlery and I carefully carry it down the stairs, into the kitchen. I wash up and tidy up mum's room. It looked as good as it did when we bought the house. I was very proud of myself, mum never trusted me to do anything my myself. But yet here I was, I had tidied up her room, all by myself! I hope mum gets back soon to marvel my work. 'Oh no!' I exclaim, I was so busy tidying up I didn't notice the time 7:30AM, 'phewww!' I let out a sigh of relief. Time to walk to school, yay......
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Teen FictionRosa is just an ordinary 13 year old. But she lost her dad in a tragic accident,when she was 8 and she is being bullied for looking like a boy because of her hair, she knows that she is not really a boy, of course she is a girl. But she does think t...
