"Allen! Stop it!" Mom shouts.
"I am a part of this family! I can't do whatever I want!" Allen says as he smashes another one of Mom's favorite pottery.
"Allen! I said that's enough!" Mom repeats. She tries to tug Allen. I just stare in panic. Allen falls to the floor wrestling Mom. Mom has a bleeding mouth. I hop on top of Allen punching him in the ribs.
"Agh....stoop." He groans.
I bounce on him like he's a bean bag. My mom scrambles to get up. She dashed to the phone and probably dials 1-1-2. I still bounce on Allen while punching him in the chin. After about 3 minutes the police gets to my front door.
"Do you know this man?" A woman officer asks me.
"Yes I do. It's my step-dad." I reply in a shy tone.
They take him away. It's just me and my Mom.
"Are you okay? What did he do to you?" I ask.
"Nothing. I'm fine. It's okay. We will be fine. I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. I had no idea he was bad. I know you tried to tell me but he seemed like a good person."
"I know Mom. Love makes you do weird things. Did you forget what tomorrow was?"
" Of course I didn't! What kind of mother would I be if I forgot my only daughters' birthday! I can't believe your turning 12 Ayden"
Yup. You just heard that. I have have a boy name. Ayden.
I grin at Mom. She grins back at me.
"Oh! It's already 9:00! You better head to sleep. I bet your really tired. Go on. I'm sorry I can't spend your birthday with you. You know I travel a lot. I will make it up to you."
My mom is a photographer. She's going to South Africa tommorow. It felt just like yesterday she was in Japan. It's just gonna be me and Jennet. She's my babysitter for when Mom is gone.
"Allen is finally gone. The officers said he's going to court. We're the only witnesses but I'm not gonna be there. Neither will you. Oh, wake up at 6:30 tommorow okay? I know it's your birthday but you'll be sorry if you don't."
What does that mean? Hm. Oh well. I can feel happy again. Since it's my birthday.
"Good night mom." I kiss her on the check and trudge up the stairs. I brush my teeth and change. I cover my self in blanket. Ah. My last night being 11. It was a good year. I'm glad school doesn't start till September. It's still June. June 5. I look to my left. On my desk I see my finished Stampy drawing. It's of Tom,Netty,Ash,Sqaishey,Squid, and Stampy. I heard they are going to Minecon tommorow. They tweeted all about it on Twitter. I wish I could go to Minecon. But I don't believe in miracles.
A/N I am so happy! I finally got round to writing a stampy book! I'm sorry if I have messed up grammar or spelling. I'm so excited! Yay! Thanks to whoever is reading this. I will try to update every week. Thank you! Bye!
-Aidann (yes, I have a boy name ;) )
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Fanfictiondisclaimer: this poorly written fan fiction was made in fifth grade. That. That was the holiday . The holiday I met the magic animal club. The day I played with Stampy and Squid. The day I did challenges with Tom and Ash. The day I skated with Sqais...
