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Broken, Falling, and Repaired Petals:
Chapter one:
Question not told:
I ran down my narrow white hallway, escaping.
Well I really wasn't escaping from anything, but I love to run down the hallway pretending someone was chasing me like in some cheeky, cheap-budget, horror film Screaming "I'm going to kill you Mallory!" It was the most I could do since I had done all I could do this summer. I played all my game system, I watched all the summer premier of new show that would airing from now on, and talked to all my friends of whom are all out town for family.
I was completely and utterly bored.
My mum was out working at her "great" acting job. It's not like I hate it or anything but the people who run the place are horrid. They have no respect for children, why when I was younger and had my own dreams of being an actress like my mum I came down to my mother's job, only the watch and nothing more, but as soon as I walked through those doors the head people yelled at me and told me the stage was no place for children. That was when I was eight; now I'm a thirteen year-old girl who has no interest in theatre because of that fateful day.
My mother still has dream of my joining her on stage one day, but I have assured her that won't happen any day soon, but that hasn't stopped her from dreaming about it.
As I said I am thirteen, and thankfully an only child. Well I would have sibling, but I was born out of wedlock. The only reason I exist is because my mother got drunk at friend's party after she entered a drinking contest out of young spite when she was twenty-six and woke up next to a strange man who my mother never got to know. All she knows about him is that he has dark curly hair and he appeared thin from under the cheap floral covers. As soon as she realized what had happened, she got dressed and ran out.
I love my mother and all but she was a bubble head; she only thinks of what she will do, but she never think about what will become of the thought or action, but that is where I differ from her. I think all too much.
I'm "wise beyond my years" as my mother tells me. I like to think of the future and what will happen if I do something and if I don't do something, but I still a bubble head too. I daydream during my classes, and it's the main reason why I'm failing my French course. I can't help it, I like to dream and wish.
As I reached the end of the long narrow hallway I made a rough turn for the kitchen. My mother was home today, but my mother never cooked. It was more of "I trust you to eat what you want to eat, as long as its healthy" situation.
I reached the kitchen and stopped abruptly. There was a lone peach on the floor.
Now normally people would just think "Oh hey a peach! It must have fallen from the fringe, whoops", but that not that case here.
My mother loathes peaches. She has never given me a stable reason why but after asking her multiple times and getting a collection of answers, I finally just figured that she was allergic and embarrassed.
"Mum! When did you get peaches?" I yelled at my mother.
"I never got peaches hun! Why do you even ask?" My mother yelled back from a distance.
I thought for a second and just shook it off and finally yelled back "Never mind!"
I pick up the peach and headed for the trash can, maybe one of the neighbors came over and forgot it, but we had no peach trees that I was aware of in our neighborhood.
As I edged toward the trash I heard what sounded like the tapping of an annoyed person's shoe. I quickly turned expecting to find my mother annoyed with my question, or my precious cat Dolly playing with her canned food, but what I found was a shiz load of scary. I was a man, with scary, tight pants.
"Why would you throw away my gift young, Sarah? Do you still loathe me that much?" The man said with a sad pout on his face.
I stood there, shocked. I've been told I look like my mother we both have the same curly dark brown hair and facial structure, but my eyes are hazel rather than perfect green.
"Eh? My name is Mallory, and I for a fact am not young! I'm thirteen, which mean I will be an adult in five years! My mother name is Sarah, and if you are looking for her she is in her study, but would you please knock before you enter someone home! Oh and loathe? Do you and my mum have a bad relationship or something?" I lectured and question the tall man.
He flipped his layered blonde hair back and sighed, "I see, so you're not Sarah? Well if not I'm going to assume you're her daughter? Sigh, Sarah should teach her offspring manors, especially a young lady like yourself. Oh and your mother and my relationship is none of your business."
I gasped at his snarky attitude. I was mildly offended.
As I was about to teach this man a lesson about respecting women, someone stepped into the room.
My mother, Sarah.
Well that's that!
The chapter turned out how I hoped it would, so I'm a happy little girlie!
Please do excuse any grammar, punctual, or just the way I put the sentence together errors.
I'm still getting a hold of writing!
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