If you have read my first story Murder Mystery you should know that i like writing in script form.
Time: 1:00 am Location: Council House
Vicky (Vanessa's Mum) staggers into the house holding a bottle of alcohol, wearing a dress so short it was nearly a top, rough makeup, heels she could barely walk in, a bag filled with empty alcohol bottles and very messy hair.
Vanessa: WHERE WERE YOU? DO U KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS? I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU!
Vicky: Oh shut up and I'm still your mother so stop shouting little girl.
Vanessa: Sorry mum.
Vicky: Yeah you should be and what's all these letters about?
Vanessa: Mum you always forget to pay the tax and bills.
Vicky: WAX AND PILLS? Just what I need.
Vanessa: No mum to do with money.
Vicky: But I spent all my money on drinks, what do they want me to do, go back in time and get the money?!
*Vanessa picks up a letter from the floor and reads it*
Vanessa: Dear Miss Banks, for the past 3 years your daughter Vanessa Banks has been paying the tax and bills with her pocket money. This is very kind of your daughter but also illegal. It says here that children under the age of 18 shall not be responsible, for paying for the tax and bills. We will give you 1 more week to pay for the tax and bills ONE WEEK and no longer, and if u fail to pay we will have no choice but to evict you from this property.
Yours Sincerely Mr. Johnson.
Vanessa: Oh no this is bad.
Vicky: What is it?
Vanessa: MUM YOU NEED TO PAY FOR THE TAX AND BILLS OR WE WILL HAVE TO LIVE ON THE STREETS EVERDAY, FOR THE REST OF OUR LIVES.
Vicky: He gave us a week Vanessa we have plenty of time.
Vanessa: No, the sooner the better do you have any money with you?
Vicky: How much exactly do we need to pay?
Vanessa: £200.50
*Vicky bends down and looks under the couch, she gets back up and has a dusty and dirty 50p coin in her hand.*
Vicky: THERE WE GO!
Vanessa: MUM WE STILL NEED TWO HUNDRED POUNDS MORE!
Vicky: JUST GIVE THEM YOUR MONEY FOR GOD'S SAKE!
Vanessa: I CANT'T THEY SAID ITS ILLEGAL!
Vicky: YOU'RE A 10 YEAR OLD GENIUS HOW IS THAT ILLEGAL!
Vanessa: I NEED TO BE 18!
Vicky: SO YOU'RE TELLING ME I HAVE TO WAIT 8 BLOODY YEARS, JUST SO U CAN PAY A BIT OF TAX AND BILLS?!
Vanessa: YES!
Vicky: Well then they have got some serious issues.
Vanessa: MUM! This is the only way we can stay in our house. We have one bedroom, one toilet, one really small shower and an old couch. THAT'S ALL WE GET MUM AND IF YOU KEEP ON GOING TO THE CLUB EVERYDAY AND SLEEPING WITH PEOPLE YOU JUST MET WERE GOING TO DIE! DON'T YOU GET IT?! IM ONLY 10 AND YOUR 28 BUT YOU LOOK LIKE 40, LOOK WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO YOURSELF! MUM I DON'T WANT TO BE RAISED LIKED THIS AND I DEFINIETLY DON'T WANT A DRUNK MUM IN THE HOUSE EVERYDAY I'm only ten.... *crys*
Vicky: URGH SHUT UP YOUR TOO LOUD STOP CRYING YOU LITTLE GIRL!
Vanessa: IM NOT A LITTLE GIRL IM YOUR DAUGHTER!
Vicky: I knew the moment I gave birth to you was a mistake, all u have ever done is made my life a living hell.
Vanessa: How could u say that....
Vicky: GET OUT OF MY SIGHT JUST GET OUT U IDIOT *THROWS AN EMPTY ALCHOL BOTTLE AT VANESSA* * Vanessa falls to the ground with a big fracture in her head*
Vicky: I hate you so much. *spits on her, lights a cigarette and drinks alcohol after each breath*
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