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Alison’s alarm went off, and she groaned. Usually, her mum would have shouted for her to get up and out of bed by now. However, today not a sound was heard and Alison knew this was a bad sign. She clicked her alarm off and went to the bathroom and had a wash. Downstairs in the kitchen, all was quiet too. It was as though her mum had not been home all night, until she saw a mug by the sink. Alison wanted to look for her, but at the same time, she was nervous as to what she may say to her, so decided against this. She made her breakfast and ate her cereal quickly then left the house. She met Sarah halfway down her street. Sarah smiled brightly to her friend. Alison half smiled, she did not feel too good and wanted to go back to bed until the day ended. “Not like you to be early,” Sarah said smiling. “How’re you feeling this morning?” “Fine thanks, Just want to get today out of the way, have a feeling it’s going to be my worst day.” “Oh don’t say that. Have you seen your mum?” Sarah asked softly. “Nope, glad in a way, after her storming off last night, I hope I don’t see her all weekend.” “Where’d she go?” Sarah asked. “No idea, but wherever it was, I bet it has to be something to do with the union.” Alison and Sarah walked towards school, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, another sunny day was on the cards. However, Alison did not care, she wanted nightfall to arrive quickly. She knew she had to see her mum sometime today. She wanted to avoid the arguments and disagreements — for the time being. She wanted her mum to believe her, however, being the stubborn and obnoxious person she was most of the time, Alison knew it was going to be a difficult task. Alison spotted Simon, William and Rachel, coming out of their usual s... ... middle of paper ... ... around “Oh Sarah, I believe I am training you and Robert tonight, my room after school.” “You are?” Sarah beamed. “Can’t wait,” she grinned; Mr. Armstrong nodded and left the room. “Well, at least I’ve convinced him, but I wish I could convince my Mum. She needs to know the truth,” Alison said. “Sarah, will you snap out of it?” “Mr. Armstrong's teaching me, all on his own. Oh my,” Sarah said airily, with a big smile planted on her lips. “We have important issues to deal with here, not you fantasising about a teacher,” Alison groaned. “I know, I know, just shocked to be honest,” Sarah sighed. Alison rolled her eyes, and got up to leave the room. “What do you see in him?” Simon asked Sarah puzzled. Sarah looked at him with a look of glee on her face. “Oh where do I begin?” Sarah said beaming. “Don’t start her,” Alison retorted annoyingly. “We’ll be here all day.”
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up early she put on here rags and took some food from the kitchen and woke up
She walks up the stairs. The house is very noisy. The music is so loud that the floor vibrates. The smoke alarm is off and the little girl is coughing and sneezing. The living room looks cloudy. “What’s burning? What is up? Whose jacket is this?” Linette asks hanging her bag. “What has come over my son, God?” She asks rhetorically looking up the ceiling. “Didn’t we discuss this before I left for Dubai?” Linette asks Brian, her eldest son who is slowly becoming a drug addict. “What are you up to this time round? What are you smoking, my dear…pot?” Linette asks as she bends to pick pieces of what looks like packaging manila. “Oh my goodness!” She pauses. “Look at what you are doing to your sister. Can’t you spare her at least?” Linette wonders as she stretches her arms to pick up Kimberly, her youngest daughter. “Mom…” Kimberly utters. “I miss you!” Kimberly says as she reaches her mother’s ears. “I know ma’am! I am back and I missed you too. How are you?” Linette asks as she looks into her daughter’s eyes. “I am hungry. I ate lunch, though!” Kimberly
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Pulling the vanilla ice cream out of the freezer, Lydia scoops herself a bowl, then sat down with her brother at the tan wood dinner table. She tied back her wet-brown curls and starts on her ice cream. Minutes later Aaron got up and quietly puts his bowl and spoon on the counter, then heads upstairs to go to bed without so much as a word. "How odd" Lydia pondered "Going to bed without being forced to? Not even telling me goodnight?" Huffing, Lydia stands up to put her dishes away.
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