I looked up from my old 1950's Olivetti typewriter. There are so many messy letters strewn together in a lame attempt to make a pile. There were so many things pinned to the wall like ; letters, calendars, newspaper clippings and photos. I look at a photo of my cat, Spicy, who died two weeks ago. I sigh, and try to get back to work. I pull out the page in the typewriter. I take a hard,deep look at it. I realise it's rubbish. I scrunch it up and throw it in the bin. I notice an unopened letter addressed to me on the floor. I slowly tear it open.
It reads ;
Dear Sven,
What have you been doing? I feel like I haven't
seen you in centuries. You're father and I just got
a divorce, don't shed too many tears, honey. I just
got over it. You're still my baby even though your 23.
Please reply, I haven't spoken to you in four years.
Regards,
Mum
That was one of the main reasons I'd left. My mum kept treating me like a newborn, and I got so fed up with it. I should have left much earlier, but I thought Mum would eventually stop and realise. She never did. My parents' divorce doesn't bother me at all. My father was always locked up in his study, and I was angry at him, because Mum deserved more, in that aspect. Then, yet another pinned up note falls into my hands. I'm pinning back up my Top 5 book list (1. Persepolis 2. Life in outer space 3. Carry on/Paper Towns 4. The Mortal Instruments (Series) 5. Harry Potter (Series)), when I hear a knock on the door.
YOU ARE READING
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RomanceSven Olsson is a professional writer. He's started his latest series, Hunted. Sven is stuck for ideas, because he has recently been through a string of tradigies and he can't bring himself to write about them. Sven knows he can come up with any idea...
