Hello everybody. It's my second story on here, I think. Haven't been on here for a while. Hope you like it!
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"We're only heading off to London, sweetheart. No more then a few hours away from here, you really don't need to worry! Its nice to see you care about your sister for once, but honestly Alice you really do need to calm down, the place is safe right now." Mum said and took another bite of her sandwhich.
"But Mum! Two houses behind us just got robbed. You're leaving a fourteen year old in the house with no worries? And it'll be a few hours there and back, why don't me and Dad just go? I never said I like Alexandra, but I will be annoyed if OUR house gets robbed. You can't always trust security cameras!" I argued. This was me sitting down with my ever so different family. Or at least, I'm different.
"Enough is enough, Alice. Why don't you ever listen to Mum and Dad? I will be fine, these cameras can be trusted one hundred percent, and mind my language but stop being such a pig about it, I'm mature!" Alexandra sighed and rolled her eyes at me. They never listen and I always turn out right.
"Shut up, Alex!", I was going to rip her brains out, "You all never listen, sometimes I wish I weren't part of this family." I muttered quietly under my breath, not quiet enough for Alex not to hear.
"Believe me, Al. Sometimes we all wish you weren't part of this family." she giggled. At that point it got a little under my skin and so I leaped out across the table ready to rip her flesh out and feed her to wolves.
"GIRLS! IT IS ENOUGH!" Mum shouted and stormed out of the kitchen. Alexandra shrugged and walked out after her. Dad barely looked up from his Sunday crossword newspaper, and I just rolled eyes. I got up to put my new flats on, they were very special because my Dad bought them for me from China. They had all these black dragons but my shoe was pink, with a little neat bow at the side.
Dad got up and I followed him, sighing again. He gave me a funny look but didn't say anything. I hated it when parents always agree with siblings, it got on my right nerves. I stepped out of our house and inhaled the fresh, cold air. I waited for Mum to lock the door then we went off to the Train Station. We got three tickets to London, and I had a sandwhich while waiting for the train to arrive. I took out my sketch book and started drawing trees, shaded in with a deep green, then a neon kind of green for bushes. My Dad always said my shading is ridiculous, but of course I ignored his comment because that's what everyone does. So, after one very long hour of waiting outside the Train Station, it finally arrived. I got on the Train being pushed by an old lady and I scrunched up my nose, then my Mum gave me a glare in a sign that was meant to say 'Don't be so rude, Alice.' I sat down at the back, looking outside the window. I realized I soon enough must have fell asleep because before I knew it someone was tapping my shoulder telling me to get up. I finally reached London, boo. I gave a little yawn and straightened up my skirt a bit, I had to dress extra, extra special today because Mum had this big work thing at her Art Gallery. I wore a pink skirt which was striped with grey, and a grey top which had beautiful shapes of dragon outlines, Dad got it for me from China as well. My rubbish sister Alexandra said she was busy doing a huge homework essay due in a few days, which is a big, big lie. I of course did not tell my parents that because as usual they would just ignore me and defend her. We walked to the Art Gallery because for the first time in a long time it was a really nice sunny day. When we reached Mum and Dad left me all alone, so I went and sat down in a little corner. This lady offered me a juice box and I thought it would be rude to decline, so I said yes. My mind was still left at home. A few days ago there was a robber who robbed my neighbour's house. I always double checked that the windows and door was locked at night ever since, and there has been security garding our area for a while. I don't think it was right for Mum and Dad to leave my sister at home like that, she's only fourteen and would be absoloutley powerless if the theif came to our house. She is quiet good at karate, but not good enough, I think she has three more belts to reach Black Belt. I sat down trying to draw but all my thoughts got traced onto paper, and so all I ended up drawing was an empty, empty house. Which really scared me, by the way. I went to look for Mum and Dad but I couldn't find them, I was getting pushed in the crowd. I hated this place so much I couldn't even describe it. My idea of art and Mum's idea of art are completley different. She doesn't like the way I draw, shade in, colour, paint things. She takes huge pieces of paper and paints these kind of find-a-picture-inside-this-pattern kind of things, which really messes my head up. Me and Mum argue a lot. She always says don't draw unless you can draw well, I'm twelve and she expects me to pop up the Monolisa for her in a few hours. Believe me, she can't do any better than my drawings. I sat down there for the next few hours, wondering and worrying, and wondering more and worrying some more. I had a lemon and mint drink and relaxed a bit, fresh juice always cheers me up for some strange, unknown reason. I sat down on the sofas and started drawing a crowd at what's going to be MY Art Gallery, but when I'm older. I drew news papers with my face on it, doing my portrait very carefully, making my pencil thick for the hair, and thin fine lines for my face features. I saw my Mum being a bit all sad and dramatic in front of the TV and news reporters, normal her. This was her last Art Gallery before she retired, she decided she's had quite enough of it, and I think she has. I decided to give Mum's drawings a chance, maybe they weren't that bad, although I did give them a chance a while back and that didn't turn out so good. I was walking around the Art Gallery slowly and spotted one I actually liked. It was great with detail, at least eight shades of blue cubes and under that purple cubes which made a picture of a girl brading a little girl's hair. The little girl was smiling but the girl braiding's eyes looked sad and scared. I admired it for a moment then decided to go to the ladies room for what you people call a 'wee'. I looked at the mirror for a second and saw my eyes were just like the girls in the painting. I guess I wasn't completely relaxed about leaving my sister alone at home, but I'm sure it won't be that bad. I shrugged and decided I didn't need to use the bathroom anymore. Instead I just fixed my skirt and took out my brush. My brush was very pretty, it had a girl with long brunette hair wearing a thick layer of lipstick. My hair was blonde, just like my dad's hair. My sister's hair was a bit of that golden color, just like my Mum's hair. It has been at least four hours and I decided I have had enough now. I walked out of the bathroom, keeping calm for my reputation image and looked for a bit. I had people stop me to ask questions about my Mum which got really annoying at some point so I just slid around the corners. I found my Mum having a little drink with one of her friends and I walked up to her. "Hello, excuse me Mum may I borrow you for a minute?" I said politely and smiled. She nodded and walked with me. "Yes, Alice?" She said playing with her fingers unpatiently.
"Can we please go home now? I got a bit sick in the toilet, and I don't think the weather will be so great." I begged with my sick face and my puppy dog eyes, which did work on my Dad a lot. She stood there for one minute pondering, then sighed and looked at me. "Sweets, the gallery is closing in ten minutes. Can you wait for the ten minutes only, please, this is important for me?" She said. I nodded in disapproval and walked away. Slowly the people started clearing up, leaving. I waited until the very last one of them was gone then I ran up to my Mum. Before I even said anything she nodded and grabbed her coat. It started drizzling outside, and even though the drops were little in reality, they were like an elephant stepping on me in my head. I tried to shake off that feeling. Dad stopped by a shop and got us all ice-creams, mine was extra extra big with chocolate sauce. The train didn't take so long to arrive this time and so I quickly scooted to the back seats. I stayed awake the whole time, happy to be going back to Manchester. I yawned and put my head on my dad's shoulder, thinking up imaginary things, I always did that when I was bored, it made all my bad feelings and thoughts dissapear. I imagined I was a pretty princess of a really big island, nobody was allowed to be rude or bossy to me. The whole way back home I also imagined I became best friends with an uh.. Iguana? But it was pretty cool because it could talk and sing and it was like a little fairy iguana fixing up all my problems like poof. It was weird because I never really liked iguanas, they're very ugly.When we reached home I was pretty tight for air so I quickly ran out of the taxi. The taxi stopped five minutes away from our house and as soon as I got out I froze.There was dark black smoke everywhere and I started coughing and choking. Mum and Dad rushed out of the taxi to give me my inhaler. I didn't know which house the smoke was coming from but I was crossing my fingers so tightly (I'm surprised they didn't fall off) and I was hoping with all my heart and lungs and liver and kidneys it wasn't our house. Mum and Dad froze when they saw police and the ambulance rushing towards there. I ran and ran to my neighbourhood only to freeze on my spot and my mouth dropped.
All of a sudden I felt the air tight around me, my lungs bursting and my eyes becoming all watery. I felt like everything in the world has gone blank and I wanted it to be all just a dream, and I very much wanted to wake up that very minute. I was shaking and Mum and Dad rushed after me. Mum grabbed me by the shoulders and started shouting my name, but all the noise blacked out from my ears. I couldn't believe anything. I stepped one more step and an officer came my way.
"Ma'am? Sorry but you can not enter this house. One person has been injured seriously and this place will be off limitis for a bit" He looked at me.
"B-b-but" I stuttered trying to get words out of my mouth but nothing would have worked at that minute.
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Sorry for the short chapter, I'll try to make the next one longer but i'm not feeling so great right now. I have a lot of time to write today as I had to stay off school for my poor leg (which my mum will not cure) and it hurts to walk (mum won't believe so she won't buy me crutches, and my leg is so bruised) so I'll be sitting down all day thinking up the next chapter, horrayyy! Oh by the way how much do crutches cost on average might as well buy them myself! Thanks--'! -NeonRain x
