Hung Up

Chapter 2

Here's the first part of Chapter 2. I'm sick at the moment and very light sensitive. But I thought I should just give you the first part of chapter 2 anyway and I will finish the chapter later.                  ________________________________________________________

I hate chores! I even have to do them before school, even on a Monday! It's so unfair. The only foolish reason I do them is because my dear Mother bribes me with money anyway. I've been given fresh washing to fold this morning; it's still warm from the dryer. I'm not very good at folding clothes. To be honest I'm truly terrible at it! But it doesn't mater anyway, because everyone likes their clothes folded in different odd ways. So I really just fold them for my family members to refold themselves. 

I haven't seen my dad this morning. Although, I'm not surprised at all. He always leaves for work before anyone else in the house even begins to stirr. 4am and he's up and out getting the first herd of cows in for milking (we live on a farm). In spring, when it's calving season, I get up early and go out too. Even if it's before school.(Which is actually amazingly awesome!) It's so much fun. If I'm lucky my dad will even let me drive the bike! For the remainder of the year, though,I'm practically deemed useless. It sucks!

It's 7:45am and I'm ready to catch the bus. I always thought the school bus would be yellow, like they are in movies, but this bus is just white with two aqua blue stripes running along each side. It's too early to go out to the road side and wait so I skip to my room and grab some cars to play with. Please don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't like Barbies like other girls do; it's just that I have a much bigger passion for cars.

I lose track of time as I gleefully play. Mum rushes into the room,"Hurry, you're going to miss the bus!" I look at the trusty digital clock in the kitchen, 8:03am. The bus is scheduled to come at 8:05am. This is bad. This is really bad. I jump up grabbing my cars; I run to my room and drop the cars. They flew everywhere, some bouncing off other things. Luckily none of them smashed. I then dart back into the lounge, grab my yellow and pink Bratz bag before frantically throwing my shoes on and sprinting down the drive way yelling, "Bye Mum!" Unfortunately the drive way is extraordinarily long and the bus driver doesn't see me as he drives by with a bus already half filled with other noisy children. I feel like bursting into tears. I've never missed the bus before. Mum cruises down the drive in the little blue car and I jump in. We then chase the bus down the road until I get the opportunity to get on. As I board heat floods over my face with an apple red colour, and feeling extremely embarrassed I take my seat.