Bethany Gould and the Curse of Hades

Goodbye Featherdale

I don't think I've ever run so fast in my entire life. I dashed out of the school gates and turned my head to look at Feather Dale Middle School for what I knew was going to be the very last time.

I've been expelled from 11 schools in my lifetime. My ADHD and dyslexia don't help. I ran and ran until I thought my sides would burst. I live about 2 hours away from that wretched school and I was only a quarter way home. I sat on a fence and realised that I'd left my bag at school. I probably looked like some lunatic from hell. I was just some random girl running in New York, with no bag, no aim and no safe home. It was already 5:00 and I knew it would take me at least another hour to get home. I started walking again. After what seemed to take 5 years I finally reached the dingy little apartment that I called home.

I knocked on the door but as usual, there was no answer I punched the lock and the door swung open with a creak. As always my mum was sitting in the brown leather chair, reading the same article like she had been for 10 straight years. My mum was one of those people that you would call insane. Ever since the night that dad left she'd turned all unnatural. She put an article in the newspaper on the day that dad left hoping that someone would know his whereabouts. No one did. From that day on, she's sat in that chair hardly moving, not even for meals. I'd make her food and provide her with every need. She rarely communicated with me like a normal mother would. She usually didn't even said good morning. Most people would find that upsetting and discomforting but I never was really super close with my mum. The best memories I had with my mum was when I was 3. They aren't very clear but I know that we were all at the beach; my mum was wearing a bright orange sundress and she was laughing and smiling. My dad had been there too but for some reason, I couldn't remember him. But ever since and left mum turned sour and she didn't seem to like me anymore. It was as if I was too much like my dad for her to handle. And I know what heaps of you are thinking: a girl who doesn't like her own mum? Let me assure you that if you were me you'd be the same. It wasn't that I didn't love her it was almost like she didn't love me. The only thing she ever really did for me was enrolling me in new schools. I hardly ever looked her in the eye, but they were stormy and forgotten as if she was dead inside.

'Mum' I whispered. 'I'm home'

'Ok' said my mum in a hoarse voice.

I walked into my bedroom and flopped down on my bed which was a dusty blue colour, it had a duvet that was the ocean lined with little shells on the outside. I breathed out deeply and not until then did I realise how tired I was. Nor did I realise how much anger I had built up inside of me; my hate for Kelly and her demon gang had been stronger than I had known.

What were they?

Definitely not human. I closed my eyes and I drifted off in a dream. Some sort spirit came floating towards me. It whispered something in a different language. It was wearing a black shawl that looked torn and tattered, its fingers were long and shrivelled. I couldn't make out its face but it looked like a deep, dark, black, never-ending hole. I wasn't sure where is was but it was eerie and yet again dark and black. The figure loomed towards me and whispered 'freeeeeeeee meeeeee.' The voice sounded like a mix between a cat screeching and someone slowly being choked, yeah not a nice sound.

The next thing I knew I was awake. I was sweating and still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I sighed and walked into the living room. My mum wasn't awake yet and I sleepily stumbled over to the kitchen. I grabbed some bread and looked in the fridge, the only thing that was in there was cream cheese. Stacked high to the top with cream cheese. 'Ughh....' I sighed. The only sandwiches I ever had were cream cheese.

I hope you can tell that my life is pretty uneventful. That was all about to change.   

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I was reading through this and I was like damn, this really is trash. To be honest I don't even know why I try. Oh well I hope that you're able to pass your classes after reading this degrading piece of garbage. Also, please (kindly) notify me of any of the mistakes that I have made because I'm sure there are millions.