Noah
Daddy woke me up today, he got me out of bed and gave me some clothes. He helped me to get dressed, before taking me downstairs to have breakfast that mummy had just made. We ate very quickly before daddy told me that we were going to the park. Mummy rolled her eyes at daddy, but i don't know what that means.
Oh I forgot to introduce myself, hello i'm noah elliot white. I'm 7 years old and i live in london. My parents are elizabeth white (but my dad calls her lizzy), and elliot white. I was given my middle name as it was my dads name. My parents fight a lot, sometimes i feel like i'm the reason for it.
"come on noah"
I followed my dad to the porch where he helped me put on my shoes, and he put on his own shoes. He then held onto my hand and we left the house, when we got back later that day my mum was no where to be seen. A few hours later my dad started to cook dinner, my mum finally came home.
"mummy" i ran to the porch and hugged my mum
"hello mummys little solider, how was the park"
"lots of fun, we played on the slide and the climbing frame and the round about"
"thats great munchkin"
"daddys making dinner, can you play with me"
"sure come on then"
Me and mummy are so close, i love her. I hope this never changes.
After a while we had our dinner, mummy then put me to bed. All i could hear after both of my parents had kissed my forehead goodnight was shouting. It was coming from the living room. Not again."hes my fucking son, i can take him to the park if i want to"
"you should have asked me first, what if i had planned something"
"so now i have to ask your permission to hang out with my own child, and also you clearly did plan something else"
"whats that supposed to mean"
"well were the hell was you earlier today, we got back and there was no sign of you anywhere. Not even a fricken note"
"i don't have to tell you whereabouts 24/7 ok"
"well it would be nice to know that your going out, so we don't have to sit around worrying about you"
"don't sit around worrying about me then, do something"
"how can i not worry when i don't know where my own wife is, you literally just left and didn't tell either of us you were going"
"sometimes i hate how fucking over protective you are"
"its called caring about you, you should try it sometime"
"i can't believe you right now"
"what do you mean"
"i just give up"
"what do you mean you give up"
"what don't you understand elliot, i want a divorce"
"you what"
"i can't Stand the constant arguing, the having to know my whereabouts all the fricken time. I'm finished, i want a divorce"Everything went silent, i then heard footsteps and the door slam. I couldn't hold it in anymore i burst into tears, crying myself to sleep.
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I hope you guys liked this chapter, its a little different to what i usually write but i like it. If you haven't already, check out the book that i have write which inspired this character. Its called 'quick as a flash' Noahs character in that book is 10 years old, people who read that book asked me to write a book about noahs background so here it is.
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