Seven Years Ago:
foil feckless idiot' screamed the woman as she ran out of the house. She had,
long red hair, pail smooth skin and beautiful brown eyes to witch had tears in
them. That woman was my memer. I saw the whole ming unfold outside my
bedroom window. The man chasing her out [He was my father) The truck
hitting my mother. My father shouting out to her, but no response. The blood
everywhere. And the silence.
As the golden. glowing, warm sunlight flooded into my room, my alarm do we
radio crackled to life. The green, glowing; sticks that resembled numbers told me
that it was one in the morning I snuggled up in my thin. ripped sheet and
muttered to myself. “I don' t want to go to school' It' s true. I didn' t want to go to
school. Then my eyes shot open. I remembered.
Today was the last day of scho for the year. After that it would be sweet. sweet
freedom, And dad promised me that I could stay with him this holidays. It' s been
so long since I' seen him that I can only remember his voice. The only
downside was that I had a test on that? hadn' t studied for. Even worse, it was a
The hardest part of the day is getting up.’ I remember my mum telling me. I
picked up my only photo of her that was resting on my old, crooked wooden
desk I could see her smiling with smile as big as the harbour bridge. She' s dead
now, A truck hit her after she stormed out of the house after a fight with dad. But
that was seven years ago to this day, Dad ended up moving to the other side of
Sydney. The memories pained him too much.
My fat. witchblade. aunt takes care Mme now. Ruth seems more like [take care of
her. I got myself up and dressed in my uniform. Sure its stained,
ripped and it smells rancid, but my aunt claims that' s all] need. So mats all I'
I went to the famouse to brush my teeth. My aunt refuses to let me use any of
the tellem inside. I examined myself in the cracked piece of glass hanging on the
wall that my Aunt called a mirror. I was twelve years of age. I had blond, curly
hair, dark brown eyes. I was wearing a ripped, blue. tank top and a pair of way to
small, red board shorts: I turned on the rusty, brown, old tap and brown murky
water came gushing out in an unordered fashion, The water was then collected in
an old paint bucket that I used as a sink,
I walked over the polished wooden floar towards the kitchen that had a
perpetual stench muss. I got to work and started making a feast of six
pieces of bacon, three eggs and twelve pieces of toast. seven jam and four
marmalade. I took it up the creaking stairs towards my aunts bedroom. 'ANNON'
I could hear her scream. 'WHERE' S MY BREAKFAST?
Coming hunt’ I called to her,
burst through the door and the awful stench, which was a combination of her
sweat and her urine, overwhelmed me. She was fat: Very tat, The bed creaked
and moaned under her weight and her stomach was sprawled over the king
sized bed. Ton better have my breakfast bohr she yelled at me.
fee aunt' I replied.
I passed her the tray that contained her food. 'IDIOIT She screamed and threw
that delicious. good food on the wall. The tray fell bounced off the stained white
wail, leaving the delicious m ml to slide down the wall slowly. leaving jam,
marmalade, egg yolk and grease on the wall. Such good food had gone to waste. “I
asked m r four jam and seven marmalade.’ Screamed my Aunt: Get that useless
butt downstairs and make it properly this thne'
fee aunt' I replied.
Now I was in a rush, After making my aunt her breakfast; and giving it to her, I
made my own, But] was in a rush. so a put a piece of bread into the toaster. and a
soon as it popped out. [snatched it and ran for my life. Boy [was late for school.
But I didn' t even make it out the front door.
I swung the door open and saw two men in blue suits standing on the ironiclly
Welcome to our House' mat. They each wore a sliver, shiny badge that
told me that they were in the police force, The police officers held their black
caps to their chests. One of them muttered that my dad had gone to a better
place. At first] was puzzled. Had he gone to America without me? He always
talked about going to America. But the officers must have spotted the puzzled
expression on my face. because the omer one told me that Dad had jumped off a
I couldn' t believe it. I refused to believe it. All Ma sudden I just wanted to run off
and never be seen again, Tears filled my eyes and clouded my vision. My legs just
seemed to involuntarily propel me as fast as they could. [heard the officers
shouting after me. I heard a loud squealing of breaks and horns blasting as the
metal grid on the front of the truck connected with my chest. Then
A bright light went on. I heard a warm, soothing voice calling my name. It
sounded very familiar. I opened my eyes, emerging from the darkness, to see my
parens standing there with open arms, waiting for me.