Green island

Chapter 5

I regret everything which I've mistaken today, but I can't change the past now. The weather suddenly transformed like me. It's like seeing my feelings in real life as a storm. The wind is blowing away with the pouring rain hammering down. This goes to show that even the greatest days can be ruined by one small mistake. I want to tell Olivia I'm sorry, but how can I? It'll be impossible to reassure her to come back to Broadgraph.
"Hi Matthew dear!" Shouted my mother from across the road. She must be walking home from work. I smiled and waved. We both met one another outside the house. "What's happened to your eye? Who's done this to you, I swear whoever hurts my baby, I will tear them apart!" My mother spoke with worry whilst getting her key out of her green hand bag. "Mum, don't panic! No one has hurt me, I ran into a wall, that's all!" I replied. She sighed with relief "phew! As long as no one has hurt you, then that's fine." She opens the door, then walks through, heading towards the kitchen. I followed behind, but instead of going to the kitchen I sprinted up the stairs to my room then slammed my bedroom door. "MATTHEW! Why are you slamming my doors?" I have to think of an excuse quickly...
I opened my door quietly then walked onto the landing, reaching for the handle of the bathroom door. I opened and closed it. I shouted back "Sorry mum, I was desperate for the toilet!" I crossed my fingers that she would buy it. "Okay, but next time don't slam the door! If you do it again and break it, then it'll come out of your pocket money to replace it! Do you hear me?" "YES" I replied.
Sighing with relief, I re-entered my bedroom. I threw my rucksack onto my bed, then dug into it to find my A* paper. "Ah! I've got a new place for you" I whispered whilst hugging it. I stuck it in the bare empty place on my Great Wall Of Achievements wall with blue tack, then sat on my bed staring at the ceiling.
On the ceiling is a giant map of the world. Before I go to sleep at night, I usually challenge myself to find certain countries in a limited amount of time.
Staring, staring, staring is all I have the energy to do. Thinking, thinking, thinking about where my dad will be. Regretting, Regretting, regretting about what's happened today. I must forget the unfortunate event. I must stay focused, focused, focused to think, think, think about what I can do to find out where my dad is!
10 minutes of thinking later, I thought of the theory again. "What if Dad is on a small island somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean?" I whispered. "Mazingo!" I shouted out loud. This word means that I've thought of a great idea. I came up with this word as a baby. To be truthful, it was my first word. I reckon I was trying to say my name, but at the same time I got mixed with saying bingo. The reason of me knowing bingo, is from my mother, because she always used to mention bingo when she was going to play it every weekend. "Mazingo" I shouted again! I jumped onto my feet and ran out my room to go downstairs. "Mum! Please can I borrow your mobile phone!" I exclaimed with excitement. "Why, what is the reason?" Asked my mother. "No time to talk the reason. I just have a friend who wants me to help them with homework over the phone." "Oh right okay. When have you started making friends ey?" Replied my mother whilst passing me her mobile phone. "Once in a blue moon!" I replied, whilst taking it from her. I sprinted back up stairs with her phone to go to my room once again. I sat on my bed and started browsing through the contacts to find Uncle Barry. I clicked the phone button next to his name. Beeeep Beeeep, Beeep Beeeeep, Beeep "Hello? Barry's Fishing shop, how can I help you?" "Uncle Barry, it's me Matthew, I want to ask you something." "Ah, Hello Matthew my boy, what can I do to help?" " I want you to take me to the Atlantic Ocean" I whispered down the phone. Uncle Barry is silent. "Hello? Uncle Barry, are you still there?" I said. "Yes.... Are you serious about the Atlantic Ocean? I'm sorry Matthew, I'm never sailing on that ocean! It's where your Father died. It's too dangerous, who knows what could happen if we went. I've already lost my brother Jack. I wouldn't want to take the blame for losing you too! Why would you want to go? Replied Barry who sounds paranoid. " I want to go to find out if he's stranded on a hidden Island or country." I whispered again down the phone. "Your father is dead! We found out five years ago!" I'm unable to speak, so instead I put the call down. I am so angry! I threw the phone onto the floor with anger. I don't care if it breaks. I lead on my bed and put my face into my soft pillow "Where is the Love and hope in this family?" I mumbled.
Taking a deep breathe, I sat back up on my bed, and began to think of a plan. A plan where I don't need adults concern or permission.

4 hours passed. 'Knock knock' went my door. "Matthew. It's me your mum. Just wanted to let you know that I'm going to bed now, since it's 10:00pm. I would give you a kiss good night, but you've locked yourself in your room. I love you! See you tomorrow." I waited to hear her bedroom door close. I stood up then reached towards my bag to empty it on my bed, to repack it. I packed a map, torch, food, and many other important resources, but the most important item is a photo, which is framed in a silver glittery frame of my family. The photo doesn't just show me and my mum, but behind my mother is my dad. I was 10 years old when this was taken. We were on holiday in the Lake District, the last holiday we had together before dad mysteriously went missing. I quickly changed my clothes.
I zipped my rucksack up, wearing black jeans with blue shoes and a hoody. I carried my bag on my back, and put my hand on the door handle. "I'm coming dad!" I whispered....