(Had this written ages ago. Though my computer that had this story on there died and I had to re-write it. Nothing has changed except I split this chapter... made it shorter. The rest will be in the next one.)
Laura walked through the green meadow fields like she did every day. There was something to taking your shoes off and letting your toes wander off into the lush expanse of land. Closing her eyes and lifting her head she let the breeze carry her off, relaxing all her muscles... a wolf whistle erupted from a passing car. She turned around just in time to see the local weasel of a guy drive past. She screwed up her face in recognition of her disgust. Her mood had been thoroughly ruined, so she decided that it best if she made her way home. It would be dark soon.
Her mum was going to kill her. She was hoping to make it home before dark but she didn't. As she opened the front door she thought of how this was going to be an interesting experience.
"MUM!?"
No answer.
Louder now. "MUUUM!?"
Still no answer. Ok...
Laura kicked her shoes off and walked into the kitchen. She saw a note on the counter and went to pick it up. She straight away noticed her mother's ,messy scrawl.
Laura I'm going out to pick up some groceries, you should have told me that we were living on bread and water. Love you, Mum.
Laura didn't really care much, she was just pleased that she wouldn't get in trouble for being home late.
/THREE HOURS LATER/
She heard the door creak open and then bang shut. Laura sprang off her bed, threw the book she was reading and almost tripped over herself coming out of her room.
Her mother looked up at her in surprise.
"Careful Laura you'll hurt yourself."
Laura just stared at her. The irritation, anger and worry bubbling at uncontrollable speeds.
(I decided to leave it there. There was originally more, way more in this chapter but it seemed good to be stopped right there. Please review... even if there isn't much to review on)