I was sitting on my computer chair, playing on Rollercoaster tycoon, my mother was stood behind me, and I’d asked her to French plait my hair before she went to work. I was dressed in my school uniform, a white polo shirt, grey skirt that went to my knees and a blood red jumper, where as my mum had a grey pencil skirt on a white blouse, a grey jacket that went with her skirt and her long brown wavy hair falling down her back.
"Have you packed you're bag Isabelly?"
"Yes mommy."
"Are you sure?"
"Ye- No mommy."
She tutted at me, she knew I hadn't done it, she could tell when I was lying. She twisted the bobble round my perfectly French plaited black hair, and then went to pack my bag for me while I carried on playing. My blue eyes were glued to the computer screen.
"You are going to tidy this room today aren't you sweetie?" She asked while she dodged all the care bears on the floor. Care bears were a me-and-mum thing.
"Yes mommy."
Once she had packed my bag she walked back over to me still dodging the care bears scattered all over the floor.
"Come on honey time to go,"
"Aww mommy, just 5 more minutes please," I begged.
"No, come on turn it off or were going to be late."
I unwillingly saved my game and turned the computer off. She held out her hand and I took it.
The next image was of mum dropping me off at school. She walked me to the playground and kissed me good-bye just as the bell rang. She knew I didn't like hanging round in the playground before school, so being the best mum that she was she had a word with her boss and arranged so she could go in ten minutes later so I wouldn't have to.
The next image was of me sat in the reception at school my mum hadn't picked me up. I was crying and the receptionist was ringing my mum's mobile, my dad's mobile and my house number. There was this random stranger trying to calm me down, but she couldn't because the only person I wanted was my mommy.
Eventually after ringing each of my parent's phone numbers three times the school rang my Gran. My Gran lived an hour away from the school, so they rang her as a last resort. My Gran drove to the school while the receptionist carried on ringing the numbers.
It was my Gran who picked me up as the school was unsuccessful in reaching my parent's.
We got home to find all the lights out, and when my Gran opened the front door she almost had a heart attack. My dad was sat on the floor in the hallway, knees up with his head which was buried in his hands resting on top.
I ran to him and cuddled him, trying to make him feel better but that only made him cry harder. My Gran sent me to my room,
