Mabel's P.O.V
I awoke in quiet, for once in my life I didn't hear screaming coming from my mother and father downstairs. "It must be a sign, year 11 will be perfect." She thought. Wriggling out of her small single bed her feet touched the cold wood floor. She walked over to her closet and picked out her outfit, nothing astonishing just some jeans, a singlet and a flannelette jacket. She tied her hair in a bun and walked down the stairs to her lovely kitchen; which wasn't at all lovely, it was more of a room straight out of an IKEA magazine, a bad IKEA room. "She saw pancakes awaiting her on the dining table, with a note with the words Mabel on the front. She sat down and looked at it for a brief moment, she had never received one before. "How strange" she muttered. She opened it, it read the words. Mabel, you've made it chicken, year 11! (Which it was obviously from her dad) I'm so proud of you for making it this far, but unfortunately i have to go away for Job interview, I hope you understand.
Love dad xx.
She closed the note. That was the reason for her peaceful awakening, her father was not around for them to argue. She finishes the delicious pancakes and went on her way to school. Yelling "goodbye mum." On her way out. She walked to school and made it there by 8:30, by a few moments after her entry, the bell rang. She wandered to her first class.
(This is the end of the very first part! If you didn't realise this will not (at least I think) be a depressing story. Byeeeeeeee)
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