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Life
Chapter one: The happy days (Well sort of!)
"Blinking hell!" I yelled "The cats gone and bloomin' bit me again!" My hand started to bleed as the ripped skin tore more, I could almost feel my eyes water, then tiny dots of sadness trickled down my face. I heard large footsteps head toward me, I turned round as slow as a snail to discover my dad staring angrily at me. His beard looked grizzlier than ever, I was kind of- no scratch that- I was scared!
"What on earth is all that noise? It's 9 o'clock, mums finally managed to get Archie asleep as well as in bed and you've gone and woken him up!" He looked immensely cross, I just hoped mum would walk in and tell me not to worry and see if my hand was alright. But after a few seconds she still hadn't so I thought I'd say something as if I were my brother, NOT clever of me!!!
However I didn't think clearly then, and before I even realised I decided to act like my brother, so I thought deeply but quickly about what he would say, and I came up with this; "Well dad there is a number of errors in your comment." I started to say, since brother is rather pedantic but my hand began to throb like hell, I tried to ignore it, my plane didn't last long though. However I decided to continue speaking to this toad in front of me. "First off, for the record, it's 4minutes till 9 so when you spoke it was roughly 5minutes till 9. Then-" I noticed dad wasn't so happy with my comment so I stopped abruptly!
Dad looked bored then he noticed I had finished speaking "Ah, so you decided to stop gabling on about nothing well done!" He said as if I was a baby quite annoyingly! "Any how have you got a good excuse for the racket you just produced that woke your baby brother - wait is your hand bleeding?!" His face changed from an annoying baby face to an evil- you will pay- face then finally to an are you ok? Face.
"Don't worry about my hand it's just a little cut. Also about the noise well uuum..." I thought my hand was fine, so I didn't think anything of it as I had not noticed it was bleeding massive amount of fresh blood. Additionally about my screaming what should I have said then? I was stumped, since I would of bet a billion dad would of just told me off more if I said what really happen! Luckily, well what I thought at first, mum entered the gloomy kitchen room (it wasn't really gloomy, in fact it was very nice. However I felt gloomy so the room seemed to change to my emotion)...
She stared at me, the stare she can't really control, when she is tired from a long day at her job- George- and annoyed with whoever or whatever woke her screaming baby. It's scary and tormenting, sometimes even- including that time- embarrassing. I was shocked however I understood immoderately well that mum was tired and was annoyed with me. My hand wildly palpitated like a balloon, getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, then finally POP it explodes. It almost seemed like my hand was going to just POP, along with flesh and blood and veins and body parts, in actual fact it felt like I was going to POP!! Any how before I could have a second thought about hands exploding and bones spinning crazily around the blood filled room my mind was interrupted by an impatient bitter father.
"If I have to ask you one more time it's bed immediately!" My dad gobbled and repeated a few times. At first I could here him well and then as quick as wind I couldn't, I felt dizzy, then noticed my hand was bleeding heaps of bright red blood. That didn't seem right I could swear that day I fainted to the floor was the day the cat became a VAMPIRE!!...
Life
Chapter one: The happy days (Well sort of!)
"Blinking hell!" I yelled "The cats gone and bloomin' bit me again!" My hand started to bleed as the ripped skin tore more, I could almost feel my eyes water, then tiny dots of sadness trickled down my face. I heard large footsteps head toward me, I turned round as slow as a snail to discover my dad staring angrily at me. His beard looked grizzlier than ever, I was kind of- no scratch that- I was scared!
"What on earth is all that noise? It's 9 o'clock, mums finally managed to get Archie asleep as well as in bed and you've gone and woken him up!" He looked immensely cross, I just hoped mum would walk in and tell me not to worry and see if my hand was alright. But after a few seconds she still hadn't so I thought I'd say something as if I were my brother, NOT clever of me!!!
However I didn't think clearly then, and before I even realised I decided to act like my brother, so I thought deeply but quickly about what he would say, and I came up with this; "Well dad there is a number of errors in your comment." I started to say, since brother is rather pedantic but my hand began to throb like hell, I tried to ignore it, my plane didn't last long though. However I decided to continue speaking to this toad in front of me. "First off, for the record, it's 4minutes till 9 so when you spoke it was roughly 5minutes till 9. Then-" I noticed dad wasn't so happy with my comment so I stopped abruptly!
Dad looked bored then he noticed I had finished speaking "Ah, so you decided to stop gabling on about nothing well done!" He said as if I was a baby quite annoyingly! "Any how have you got a good excuse for the racket you just produced that woke your baby brother - wait is your hand bleeding?!" His face changed from an annoying baby face to an evil- you will pay- face then finally to an are you ok? Face.
"Don't worry about my hand it's just a little cut. Also about the noise well uuum..." I thought my hand was fine, so I didn't think anything of it as I had not noticed it was bleeding massive amount of fresh blood. Additionally about my screaming what should I have said then? I was stumped, since I would of bet a billion dad would of just told me off more if I said what really happen! Luckily, well what I thought at first, mum entered the gloomy kitchen room (it wasn't really gloomy, in fact it was very nice. However I felt gloomy so the room seemed to change to my emotion)...
She stared at me, the stare she can't really control, when she is tired from a long day at her job- George- and annoyed with whoever or whatever woke her screaming baby. It's scary and tormenting, sometimes even- including that time- embarrassing. I was shocked however I understood immoderately well that mum was tired and was annoyed with me. My hand wildly palpitated like a balloon, getting bigger, and bigger, and bigger, then finally POP it explodes. It almost seemed like my hand was going to just POP, along with flesh and blood and veins and body parts, in actual fact it felt like I was going to POP!! Any how before I could have a second thought about hands exploding and bones spinning crazily around the blood filled room my mind was interrupted by an impatient bitter father.
"If I have to ask you one more time it's bed immediately!" My dad gobbled and repeated a few times. At first I could here him well and then as quick as wind I couldn't, I felt dizzy, then noticed my hand was bleeding heaps of bright red blood. That didn't seem right I could swear that day I fainted to the floor was the day the cat became a VAMPIRE!!...
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