Time flies with you

Maria: My Life

I am not normal, that I know.People at school have made fun of me for years, calling me names and stuff but i don't care, the bad stuff happens when I get home.

My mum left my dad when I was 3 months old. I don't really remember him but mum still cries sometimes. Apparently she left him because he wasn't a very good father but I don't dare ask my mum anymore. After six years of living at my grandmas house, mum finally had enough money to rent a townhouse close to her work. We didn't have much but we dealt with what we had.

After a few months, mum didn't come home from work and I got really frightened. I was nearly going to call the police when I heard the crunch of gravel on our driveway. I sprinted to the letter flap and peeked through. I could see shining bright stilettos but also, I could see a pair of scruffy converse. As I opened the door a tidge and saw that it was mum but she was chatting away,one hand around the man and another holding a bottle of whisky. She stumbled up the driveway, wobbling like she was on ice and before she fell, the man caught her around the waist. He must have seen me peeking through the door so he beckoned me over and asked me to take my mum inside. I grabbed mum around the waist and steadily manoeuvred her inside. It was like brushing a piranhas teeth. I was only six then so I didn't know what was wrong with mum. The strange man then came inside holding mums handbag.

"Your mum is just a bit tired after a hard day of work" he said with a wink as mum let out an unusual roar of laughter.

I obviously didn't believe him because mum usually worked longer but never came home like this. From a young age I had learnt to be feisty because I got bullied at school.

" What did you do to my mum?" I asked viciously.

"Nothing poppet, however it seems like I will be staying here for the night" he commented after watching my mum attempt get off the floor.

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Little did I know that this was the start of something huge.

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A few years later, I woke up in my dull grey room only to find that it was emptied completely. All my furniture was gone and I leapt out of bed to see if it was gone.

"No...please say it hasn't gone" I whispered under my breath.

I leapt down our creaky stairs and stormed into the kitchen shouting mums name but she was nowhere to be seen, I tried calling her but it went straight to voicemail. Should i call the police? How do I survive? I needed to get away so I went to the only place I could think of,the park which was where I met a miracle.

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Sombrely,I trudged down the long winding path to our local path, a million questions swarming my head like a busy hive of bees, angry and scared.No matter how many times I thought of something else, it always diverted back to mum. She was the sun of my universe.

In no time, I had reached the place where me and mum spent so much time together. I hastily looked to the ground.

"WHY....WHY ME GOD.." I shouted out loud at the sky.

"WHY..."

"Because you are special" said a gentle voice from behind me

I whipped around and saw the best sight ever.The boys eyes were blue, sea blue. They lit up the room like a shooting star and his hair, oh his hair, it swept this way and that way like black coal cooling in the fireplace. When he smiled, I smiled, his lush apple-red lips perfected his face in a way I can t describe. This feeling, this beautiful feeling, was love. I was in love.

"Hey thanks but.... how do you know that " I said awkwardly.

"Because you are..... special" said the boy.

"What is your name" I said

"Nathan" he replied.

"I gotta go." I said and ran away, thinking about Nathan. The miracle boy.

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