It was a normal afternoon and I was on the bus coming home from
school. Steph, my sister, would have been with me but today she was at
a friend's house.
Sat daydreaming I suddenly realised that the next stop was mine. I got
up and walked down the bus. Stood next to the bus driver, I held on as
the bus pulled round the corner and into the stop.
I thanked the driver and started walking down the road towards my
house. Then I heard someone shout my name. I turned around and saw
that it was Chris, my then boyfriend.
He was supposed to be at work but they had, had a power cut at the
garage he worked at. We walked to my house. When we got in we got a
drink and went up stairs. The lock on my bedroom door had been broken
for ages so I decided that I was going to sort it out. I went
downstairs and out the back door into the garden. At the bottom of the
garden I undid the garage door and went and got a screwdriver. I took
it back upstairs and Chris took the lock off for me.
We then went downstairs again to get a new one. I was looking around
the garage for a lock when I felt something cold sliding down my back.
ICE! I screamed and chased after Chris, who kept throwing the ice
cubes at me. When his 'stash' had run out he started running towards
the back door. I picked up some of the ice off of the floor and
started to chase him. Just as I got to the back door I felt something
hard hit me in the face. Everything stopped. It took me a while to
realise what had happened. I had fallen thorough the glass back door.
I stood up and started to clear up the glass. All I kept thinking was
my mum's going to kill me! While I w...
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...arrived was talking to
him! This was a great shock because Chris and dad never used to get on
but since that day they get on fine! Me, Chris and Mum went home in
her car and my dad took his to go and get some tea. When we got home
my Nan and Grampa where there. They had covered the back door with
cardboard and made a pot of tea for us! After we had been back for
about twenty minutes there was a knock at the door. It was my friends
Luke and Sean. They had phoned when we had been at the hospital and my
Nan had told them what had happened so they had come to check I was
ok. The four of us spent the rest of the evening in the lounge talking
and watching television. I couldn't sit up straight because the cuts
went all the way down my left side, so I had to lay on Chris all
If only there hadn't been a power cut!
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