"Mum I'm home!" I shout as I run through the door treading mud on the floor doing so.
"Laura for god sake wipe your feet! It's not like we can afford to keep buying cleaning products to clean up after you!" Mum shouts as she stumbles down the stairs.
Laura: "Okay so mum don't be mad"
Mum:"if you say that I'm going to be mad"
L:"Why?"
M:"Because if you say it means that you did something really bad"
L:"what if it could get us money?"
M:"That's good!"
L:"What if there was a chanceI could seriously injure myself?"
M:"Awful"
"Okay umm I joined a fighting competition" I mumbled under my breath
"WHAT?" My mum screeched
"The prize IS €100,000" I mentioned
" oh.....be safe don't die and hide a shard of glass in your socks if things get too rough" my mum said
"WHAT??" I screeched
"You don't know, one of these players may be trying to kill not to compete, glass is sharp, sharp things can cut people. You don't actually Have to kill if you don't want, just a little...ya know...stab? To get them away" my mother explained
"Well on the sheet there is no rules, guess a little shard of glass won't kill." I said
"Good, now don't tell your father or your brother we have enough problems already" my mum told me as she walked out of the room.
That was different, usually mum is quite safety prone. We must be in loads of debt, just another to win that fight. I dumped the groceries on the kitchen table and went to the tree fort outside.
I grabbed onto the rope and pulled myself up to the strongest branch I could,I reached out to grab another and another and another after a while I had pulled myself to the top of the tree, my tree fort. I opened a small ziplock bag and ate my fresh picked blackberries I may or may not have stole from my mother and dug in. I grabbed some leftover rope from the climb that was left in the corner and threw it down to the ground along with some bunches of leaves, some cloth that I fount hanging off of a branch and my trusty pocket knife.
Well, time to make some training dummies
