Who Am I?
Based on Jacqueline Wilson's novel: Dustbin Baby
Sorry if there are some grammar and spelling errors…
Chapter 1
Today is August 16th. My Birthday. You can sing happy birthday to me, but in my case happy and birthday are two words that don't belong together. Usually I'm very good at hiding my feelings, but it's even harder on my birthday because people are expecting me to be happy and full of joy and another crap like that. Of course I can't blame them, they don't know anything about me, about how I started my life abandoned by my own mother, how she left me in a cardboard box….
"Quinny! Breakfast's ready!" Mirriam calls. She is my current foster mother, though I've never called her 'mom'. It just doesn't suit her. She's more like an old strict but caring teacher, actually that's how I met her, back when I was at this boarding school…
"Quinn, what are you doing upstairs? You're going to be late for school!"
"Coming-coming.."
Mirriam has cooked me a wonderful breakfast, she places it like a master piece with flowers and all. And beside it, a present is waiting for me. I'm pretty sure it's a mobile phone. Every 16 years old have it, well except me but it's gonna change now.
"Is it what I think it is?" I say, pointing at the present.
"You have to open it!" She winks at me.
So I open it, and guess what I get? Not a mobile phone, not a lip gloss, but-let's hear the applause- it's a ticket for a boring drama show she's been telling me about. Why do I even need that? After all, it's my birthday, she should buy me something I like, not what she likes!
I'm so disappointed, I was sure she's giving me a mobile. I've been bragging about it to my friends, now how am I supposed to tell them? "Hey, girls! Guess what? I am not given a mobile phone instead I get a super cool ticket for a drama show!" How lame is that.
Mirriam isn't stupid, she knows I hate her present but can't figure out why.
"Is there something wrong? You don't like your present?"
"Ohh, Mirriam, of course I like it. It just I thought I was getting a mobile phone."
"You know how I feel about that useless technology, you don't need that. I mean you meet your friends everyday, what else do you girls need to talk about. "
"It's not useless for me! Do you know I'm the only 16 years old that still hasn't had mobile phone? People threat me differently and I'm tired being different!" I say as I'm storming out the house.
"You haven't even thanked me for the ticket."
"Thank you!"
It comes out even more rudely than I intended. I don't want to hurt her, but I'm sick of having to say please, thank you, and sorry all the time. So I leave, not even care to say goodbye.
Okay, so that's chapter 1…
Sorry it's short! Because it's super late now...
What do you think? Should I continue it?
Oh, BTW, for you who haven't read or too lazy to read Dustbin Baby, you can watch it on YouTube .com/watch?v=Bs2ZX7e2ZWU