Chapter FiveA Chapter by Harriet Stylesno description
Previous Version This is a previous version of Chapter Five. It didn't take long for Dad to get impatient. He beeped his horn several times at the car in front of us. I wondered if we would ever get to our new house. At the rate we were going, we probably wouldn't. With half an hour left of the long-winded car trip, I was bored as anything, and even more fed up than Dad-something which I did not think possible. Flashback: "Dad, I'm bored!" I whined. "Not much longer now sweetie," I hated waiting, always had. All I could think about was my Mum's outstretched arms, ready to hug me. Dad's phone rang. As he took it out, his eyes widened. "Dad's what's wrong?" I asked. He held up a hand, walked upstairs, and shut the door. I pressed my ear up to the door. The conversation was muffled. But I could hear him crying. Finally, he opened the door. I stared at him as tears dribbled down his red blotchy face. I had seen him cry before. It was kind of an odd feeling. I didn't know whether or not to comfort him. "Is Mum still coming home?" I asked, crossing my fingers. He stared at the ground. "We need to talk about something kiddo," Dad said, his voice shook, "you know the trip your Mum went on for work?" I nodded eagerly. "The promotion?" I asked. "Yeah, the promotion," He said, "That was the hospital. Your mother, she...she had an accident." PLEASE NOTE: I am still writing this chapter-I will upload as I go...tell me what you think so far... :D
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Added on March 15, 2013 Last Updated on March 18, 2013 Previous Versions AuthorHarriet StylesBrisbane, Queensland, AustraliaAboutMy name is Harriet and I am 14 years old (15 in July). I know I am young but I love writing and apparently I am very good for my age (or so I have been told). When I grow up I want to become an author.. more..Writing
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