Misfortune by L.Bann (christmas read aloud TXT) đ
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There was silence being held between us. No one talked but the old vicar, and he didnât seem that interested anyway. My aunt was holding my dadâs hand, and my dad, well; his vivid, green eyes pondered the wooden box containing his deceased wife. Silver tear drops fell from his cheek and into the muddy, worn-out grass.
Iâd never cried more in my life. I couldnât talk, think or even hear properly. My mum had just suddenly taken over my life.
My best friend, Jenna, cried as well. She told me that she was like a second mum to her but obviously not like she was to me.
Everyone else looked half asleep, their eyes so tired and worn, and I knew how they felt. I hated being here. I didnât want to remember my mum this way, and I had a feeling that my dad thought the same thing as well.
I looked at him through my drooping fringe and I swear he looked at me and gave a wince of a smile.
I rested my dreary head on Jennaâs shoulder and she rested her head on my head. I watched my mum sink into the ground.
My dad was the first to stand up, and he dropped a rose onto the coffin.
Then I stood up and dropped a photo in it. It was of my mum and dad and I, my mum was in hospital just after she gave birth to me.
Dad said that I was the perfect baby; I never cried at night, I was the quietest baby heâd ever known. Well, that all changed when I could talk. I used to, and still now, to talk all the time.
Everyone dispersed from the cemetery. Apparently I had to go to an after-funeral party. Why is there a party/get together anyway? So we can mourn even more. I told my dad that I wasnât going. He understood so I walked to the car park with Jenna.
People on the way were saying to me, âIâm sorry for your lossâ and âhow do you feel?â. Well, how do you think I feel? Happy, I donât think so.
My dad was probably annoyed with people asking him all sorts of questions. I could tell that he was going to get drunk, again.
Iâm so glad that Jenna brought her car because I couldnât see out of my tear-filled eyes. I put my seat back and I felt the car being pulled out of the parking lot. I shut my eyes, hoping for all this to be a dream, but who was I kidding.
When Jenna parked her car into my drive I couldnât be bothered to get out. She got out on her side, walked over to mine and opened the door for me. I still didnât get out.
âDaisy, youâre going to have to move sometime. I donât think my mum wants you to sleep in my carâ she said with a small smile.
I groaned and got out. She shut the door behind me.
âThank God I brought some ice-cream yesterdayâ I said with a relived tone.
âDaisy, you know Iâm your best friend in the entire world ...â Jenna started.
âYes, you can have a couple of spoons, but not a lot, I have a lot to mourn aboutâ I finished. I kicked a rock and got a mark on my new $20 pumps.
âI know you doâ Jenna said. She put her arm around my shoulder and kissed me on my head. I put my arm around her but then let go since I had to get my key out to get in.
My bungalow didnât have any life in it any more. My mum used to cook random exotic foods and decorate them with very colourful vegetables. Dad said that it was the only way I would eat vegetable; if they were all fancy-looking. But now I just donât see what was wrong with eating them looking plain.
Jenna went to go and turn the TV on but I told her that we would go to my bedroom. I got out the ice-cream while she got 2 spoons.
We both sat down on my bed and I turned on my laptop.
âI love Ben & Jerryâs cookie doughâ she grinned.
âYeah, itâs my favourite flavourâ I said. I looked at my Facebook page and all that it said was âOMG Daisy iâm so sorry = (â. Why were they sorry anyway? They didnât do anything. I felt my eyes tearing up again. Iâm so glad that Jenna could read my mind.
âMaybe this wasnât a good ideaâ she suggested. She turned off my computer and put it on my desk. She picked out a movie and put it on. I didnât notice that she had eaten most of the ice cream when I went for my second scoop.
âHungry, are we?â I smiled.
She just laughed back.
âIâll get some popcorn since I havenât had any ice creamâ I said, walking to my door.
âYeah, you do thatâ. Her eyes were fixed to the screen.
I went to my kitchen, got a bag of corn out of the cupboard and put it in the microwave. As soon as I pressed start, the front door opened.
I was wrong. My dad wasnât drunk. He looked at me.
âAre you OK?â he asked. Just then my aunt walked in.
âBeen betterâ I replied.
âOk, well, donât eat all the foodâ He gave a small smile. He went to the fridge and got out a can of beer and went to living room and turned on the TV. My aunt came into the kitchen and started on my dinner.
âIâm not having dinnerâ I said.
âYouâre not going to eat crap all night are you?â she asked.
âNo, but I still donât want dinnerâ I replied.
âOK. Jenna has to go by 10. You have school tomorrowâ she said to me, then I walked down the hall and I could feel her eyes burn through the back of my head with guilt.
I walked into my bedroom and Jenna grabbed a handful of popcorn.
âIf youâre that hungry then you can have my dinnerâ I said.
âWhat are you having?â she asked, with a serious tone.
âGreedy. You have to go by 10, OKâ I said, sitting down on my bed and spilling some popcorn.
âOh, I just texted my mum, I have to back by 8â she explained.
â8, really, your bedtime is at 7. Are you allowed to be up that late?â I said with a sarcastic voice.
She just chucked popcorn at me and we carried on watching the movie together.
When the movie had finished, Jenna ate the last bit of popcorn and left.
âIf you donât eat your tea, donât tell your mum that it was because I gave you foodâ I chuckled.
Jenna laughed too. âAre you sure youâre going to be ok?â she wondered.
I didnât say anything while we walked out to her car.
âYeah, well, if Iâm not at school tomorrow Iâll be in my bed, drowning in my tearsâ I replied.
âOK. Well, we have that school exchange thingy tomorrowâ she shouted from her car. I watched her drive off and waved at her when she left my road.
I completely forgot that we had the school exchange. I signed up for the exchange weeks ago and totally regret it now. Itâs not a foreign exchange, itâs just another school in the area and they sort of joined to our school in a way but they are on the other side of town. What I have to do is show one of their pupils around school and they do the same when we go to their school.
I walked indoors and heard my dad crack open another beer.
âAre you sure you donât want anything to eat, love?â my aunt said from the living room.
âNo, Iâm just going to go to bed nowâ I replied. My dad took a large swig of his beer, stood up and walked over to me.
âYou donât have to go to school tomorrow, you knowâ my dad said. He had an apologetic look in his eyes.
âEven though I would never put down an offer like that, I have to do this exchange thing at school so I have to goâ I replied.
âWhat school is doing the exchange with you?â he asked.
âUm, South Fairfield High Schoolâ I said.
âOh, OKâ he muffled.
âWhy?â I asked.
âOh, you know Davidâ. I nodded. âWell, his son, Ben goes there. You havenât met him yet have you?â
âNo, but I met his older brother, Freddie. But that was ages ago and Iâm sure he doesnât look the sameâ I said.
âOK, good nightâ he said and went back to his chair and took another swig of his beer.
I started to walk into room and outside of my room there was a family picture of all of us. I took it down quietly and went into my room. I sat down at my desk and took out the photo. I put the empty frame in my wardrobe and folded the photo and put it in one of my drawers. I didnât want to see it anymore. It held to many memories.
I turned on my laptop. I was thinking about getting rid of all my photos of us together. I went into one of my files:My family, and click slideshow. I donât know why, but I wanted to see them for the last time. I knew I was going to cry. These were happy times, when I had a proper family, and when I could talk to my mum, something I obviously canât do now. We used to get our nails and hair done together. We used to go shopping and we used to buy lots of nice clothes with my dadâs money. But just one phone call changed it all.
My dad was home from work, heâs the manager of the food store in the village and he didnât know what we wanted for dinner. I know, he could have cooked anything but my mum is allergic to random foods, and being a man, he forgot them. He called her, not realising that she was on her way home early. She picked up her phone and didnât see the red light. Dad thinks itâs his entire fault. I keep telling him it wasnât, but he blatantly wonât listen. My dadâs sister is going to be a family helper from now on. Sheâs going to cook all my meals, wash all my clothes and buy stuff for school. Sheâs going to try and help my dad since he wonât be ok on his own right now.
I could feel myself drifting off to sleep, I saw the time; 8:17. I shouldnât have been tired, but I just had the longest day in life. My slide show was still going when I closed my eyes.
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I heard my alarm go off. My dad knocked on my door.
âDaisy, are you awake yet?â came my dadâs muffled voice.
I looked up and saw my laptop screen say; OUT OF BATTERY. Did I just sleep on my desk?
âDaisy, are you OK?â he shouted.
âUh, yeah. Iâm awakeâ I grumbled.
âOK, well breakfast is almost readyâ he said.
I stood up and left my room. I walked down the hall to the kitchen. I could smell pancakes.
âMorning, sweetieâ my aunt said with a chirpy voice, trying to raise the atmosphere, but
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