New Year: Dead Loaded!
I trudged home on Friday; I was so glum because when I had arrived into my mum’s tiny, two birth apartment in Doublegates because of this, I've written it in my memorandum:
MEMORANDUM
I stumbled into my mum’s apartment on Thursday; I looked down to see that I'd fallen over the pieces of a bone china teapot. Mum was crouched in the middle of the room, her face is pale. Mascara dribbled from her blank eyes and large nail digs were visible on her neck.
I sat down beside her; even then I literally tower over her!
‘What’s wrong, mum?’ I asked her.
Mum wailed. ‘It’s…it’s, your D-D…your Dad! He’s moved out, he’s took half the flat with him!’
‘Don't worry, mum, we've still got the flat!’
‘We can't keep it!’ she wailed. ‘Without your dad’s money, we can’t keep up with the rent!’
As if the new year of 2009 couldn’t get any worse!
That was my worst memorandum entry ever!
But, it all turned out very much so worse at school.
Billy Edwards was leaning on the school gates, he smirked.
“I’ve heard that your Dad trashed your place and cleared off; bet your mother’s in a big state…”
“You can it, Edwards! Leave my mother alone, my Dad’ll be back, you can bet your last fiver on it!”
“Ooh! Shouting now, is we…?”
His last words were smothered by my fist meeting his big, fat gob!
Blood dribbled speedily from his nose and from the corner of his mouth, he really was a sight!
Back at home, mum sat smugly on the sofa and spread-eagled her arms, I cuddled her.
“I couldn’t wait to tell you, Flossie! You have three guesses as to what I’m going to tell you!”
“Err; you've got a new boyfriend?”
“Nope.”
“Dad’s hiding behind the curtain?”
“Nope.”
“Okay, I give up, tell me, and leave out the suspenseful wait, please.”
“I've got three jobs!”
“What!?”
“Yeah, I've got six hours babysitting this five year old in this dead posh flat while his mum plays croquet with her friends. A three hour job at Niles’ bakery and I've set up a website on the computer!”
After staring agog at mum for about two minutes, I perked up.
“Mum, you are super, but you can't multitask like this.”
“I can, you just watch me, when you come home on Friday, and we'll be loaded!”
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I couldn't watch mum physically, but what a success her jobs were!
After babysitting the snobby kid, she came home with sixty-seven pounds, after Baking at Niles’, she came home with five-pounds seventy-three every week and her Website (which was called ‘AskEva.net’), letters came flooding in and most were full of fivers and tenners!
Now, fast forward two years and we're dead loaded, splashing in the waves in sunny Costa Brava, bike riding in Cyprus, three holidays each year to James Villas and to top it all off…we went to Disney Land, Florida every two years or so!
Dad never came back, even by the time that I'd had my Sweet Sixteen, but mum’s money and the money I got from babysitting when I turned eighteen, we survived.
Who knew that New Year would be so great?!
By Brandon H
Age 10
Class 6KR
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