Best Enemies

Hanna

An unusual sense of excitement washes over me as my alarm wails and I slowly wake up from a restless sleep. I tumble out of bed and run over to one of my french windows. With a flourish, I sweep open the curtains to reveal the bright shiny day that I had dreamed about for months. However, it is not bright, shiny, or even overcast. There is torrential rain falling from the dark grey sky above. You know, when people say that the 'heavens have opened up' or 'it's raining cats and dogs', this morning there are dead cats and dogs falling from the heavens, as well as a few fish and guinea pigs too. I drag myself away from the window and collapse on my bed. I stare at the white walls, there are mementos from my primary school years. A few ribbons for various art shows and writing contests, a corkboard filled with pictures of my friends and me in our matching t-shirts and several old brochures and napkins from the places I have travelled with my family. The door to my bedroom is covered in paisley designs that swirl around my name in the centre, "Hanna Scott". The house shakes and creaks as a particularly large gust of wind adds to my unhappiness. At the age of fifteen, you would think that a girl would have gone to a school camp before right? Well, surprise I have not. In previous years, I have been either sick, injured or travelling. My parents always find a way to get me out of school camp. In grade 3, for example I was away in Spain, grade 5 I broke my arm, grade 8 I my Grandma made a surprise appearance the day before the camp. I distinctly remember my mum disappearing to talk in whispers for hours and lock herself in the study. This year however, I have been very careful not to do anything wrong and my grandma has made a spontaneous trip to Russia.

I turn to the lilac cupboard that, I painted when I was 10, and try to find something suitable to wear. I fish out a bluish grey T-shirt with a tea mug perched on the pocket and the words "Royal-Tea" splashed across my back. I take my favourite ripped white jeans from my drawers and a pair of glossy black DocMartins. When I was dressed I made my way downstairs to get my breakfast but I did not get very far before I was bowelled over by an unknown blur of white and grey fur. Two bright blue eyes stare back into mine for a moment before my face is attacked by an outbreak of licking. I start to stand up and shake off Marshell my Great Dane.  

Yep so that was the first part. If you like it please let me know. There is sooooo much more to come. I'm really excited to share it with you.

Much Love
MOZ xx