First Times

Chapter 17

As I was thinking about the phone call, me and Calum had, I heard foot steps come closer to my room.

"You feel better? Sweetie?", my mother asked?

"A bit, I guess?"

"Good, well I still have to give you something to eat so, I guess it's ham sandwiches, like the old times!", She said and walked out of my room, to down stairs

I haven't have a Ham (some fake ham to help me digest it) sandwich since the car crash. I use to have it when I use to write my own story's when I was little. Ham sandwich with Apple juice. It was the only thing I had, but then the accordant happen. I forgot how to eat, from me losing my memory. But yeah, I don't really like thinking about the past really.

"Sweetie! Lunch is ready", my mother shouted. I slowly got out of bed, put my light blue dressing gown on, that I haven't warn in a long time. I walked down stairs, and my mother left it on he side table next's to the place where I use to eat it with me writing new story's. There I saw, my mother laded on the coffee table, this old blue book with bright, colourful, stickers on where I wrote all of my story's in. I say down in the chair, and began eating my sandwich, and sipping my apple juice while I was staring at the book. I haven't seen it since I was age six! After nobbling down my sandwich, my mother went out side to out the washing. I slowly began to reached out for the book, and then I grabbed it, and opened it to see the first page fall with diagrams, if me trying to draw different characters. I turned the next page and then I saw the first story, well my version of 'goldy locks and the three bears'. I made my own version become I was jealous that Goldy locks had golden hair, so I change it to brown, like mine. I also got jealousy that she went to a bears house. So my version was that Brown hair locks, went to a lions house. I was young at the time, and that's when my love for writing began. I was going through all of the story's I wrote, and saw half of the book had empty pages. So lent on the side table next's to the chair I was sitting in and began to write a story. I kept writing and writing. My mother walked in after putting the washing out, but it felt like she took about 2 hours? I could tell from her trying to tip toe herself to the kitchen she was so happy I was writing again. I never had the confidants to write in this book, or even open it, because of me being so jealous if my past life. I had no idea what I was writing but it was all of my thoughts and feelings inside the book. I was writing for the whole afternoon till I stopped because I had no more space to write any thing else. I walked over to the kitchen side bored, and place the booklet on it so my mother can be proud of me from what I was doing. I walked up stairs feeling vet proud of my self, and I could she from the reflection of the photo frames, going up the stairs, she walked over and began reading what I wrote down.

I walked to my bed room, and jumped on to my bed feeling so much better then before. Just the feeling of writing in that book made me inside feel so good. Like I've opened something up, by writing in that book. I know it's just a book, but that book use to be the hobby and activity I use to do. Like people did football, or ballet, or rainbows as there hobby and activity, mine was that book. I use to not let no one torch it, and I use to hind it under my pillow on my bed, so I could write in the night when I'm meant to be sleeping. It basically my life when I was little.

I woke up to the sound of voices down stairs. I didn't even know I fell to sleep. I could hear my mothers voice but was not sure who the deep male voice was. I was hoping it was not David. I decided to get changed out of the mint green dress, into joggers, and a white T-shirt I haven't warn. I brushed through my hair with a hair brush. As I was brushing through my hair, a big knot began to form. My hair is never knotty really. As I tried to untangled it, I saw a bobby pin in my hair. I only just remembered, that I worn it last night in my hair. As I pulled out the bobby pin, in front of my mirror. I saw through the window, Calum leaving. Was it him downstairs? I thought to myself. As I finished brushing my hair, I left my Room to go down stairs to ask my mother to see who it was. As I was walking down stairs, to the sound of my mothers humming. She always hums when she is in a good mood.

"Mother, you all right?"

"Yes sweetie"

"Who was at the door?"

"No one..". I could tell she was lying.

"Oh, because I thought I saw Calum?"

"Oh, may of been the postman? so pasta for dinner?". I could tell my mother was trying to change the subject, and she was lying for sure. She is not one keep secrets away from me (well part from my birthday, and Christmas) so there is something up.

"Okay", I finally answered. "I need some more writing paper, mother."

"Okay, I will get some for you tomorrow"

"Okay", I said and sat down in the black chair, where I write my story's down, and fell asleep.