Jess Hay

Jess Hay p.1

'Its time to go.' dad said, whilst he gestured meaningfully for me to hurry up. I looked out my window and i knew it was the last time that i could ever see the rolling hills and blossoming flowers. 'HURRY', daddy shouted at me and i randomly guessed that he was a bit annoyed...

We've just landed in London and to be honest i hate it, i haven't told dad that though,

he'll hate me, after all he didn't mean for it to happen. we live in a flat in Haythorpe Street in Wimbledon, it's shit. I never knew that word until i came here. As soon as we landed the only words i heard were: Shit and unhappy, is it really that bad? I'm starting school in two days so we'll have to wait and see.

Daddy and i were walking round our neighbourhood today, there was horrid, big, flashing lights everywhere, everyone talks about the 'bird' aswell. Dad said that that either meant a girl, because in London they call girls 'birds' - i was annoyed at that statement. So we've just landed and we're being treated like caged up birds. I tryed to get over it. 'And the other reason?' i politely said. 'You don't want to know.'

'I do!' i replied with demand.

'You're not ready yet.' If i were back in my farm now i wouldn't have argued with him, maybe that's why i know barely nothing. Maybe it's just because of stress, but i've never been this stressed. Why am i so angry? I'm not looking forward to tomorrow. School.