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I got bored a few weeks ago and wrote this, what do you think of it?

Wednesday, August 31st, 2011 at 6:00 am

I got bored a few weeks ago and wrote this, what do you think of it? Not really sure what was going through my mind when it was wrote, but here it is anyway.Hot chocolate just isn’t the same when you make it yourself, it tastes so much nicer knowing that your Mum has made it. It’s the same with breakfast, however the last stunt I pulled in the kitchen made it look like my family were celebrating Bonfire Night early, but still it’s so much more satisfying knowing your Mum poured the milk into your bowl of cereal. This is what my Mum would be doing this Saturday morning if she wasn’t busy making early wedding preperations, and when I say early I mean extremely early; the wedding isn’t for another year and 6 months. Ofcourse, I’m not going to complain. Her fiancée is a much better role model to me and my sister than my Dad, he doesn’t drink alcohol what-so-ever, not even a sip at Christmas or New Year. And he has his own business called ‘Clements Cement and Construction’, ofcourse he comes home every night leaving trails of dust or dirt from the front door to the shower, but atleast it show’s us he’s actually worked for money. Brad is more like my real Dad then my actual Dad, who left the house on my sister Julie’s 10th birthday. It was over the fact that my Mum had spent the last of her wages on a singing Bratz doll rather then some sort of alcoholic beverage for my father. He got into a strife and ran off with my Mum’s credit cards and bought supplies and supplies of cigarettes and alcohol. Luckily, my Mum managed to have the cards cut off before my Dad could prance around spending every single penny we had on himself and his addictions. The last time my Mum spoke of my Dad was 4 months ago after she received a phone call from my Grandma telling her that he’d been progressing really well at alcohol annoymous. Ofcourse, my Mum didn’t care in the slightest and after hearing the words “he’s changed so much Shirley its unbelievable” she hung up and requested that our house phone number was changed. ‘How much squirty cream do you want?’ My sister Julie asked as she walked over to the fridge and grabbed a yoghurt drink, then sat on the stool opposite me.’Just about enough to make me fat and obese,’ I joked, taking hold of the can beside me and squirting some more on the top of my hot chocolate. ‘It’s too nice not to have any, how can you live with just a yoghurt drink every morning?’ Julie squinted at me then grabbed the squirty cream can herself and placed it back in the fridge, then walzed behind me and sat on the kitchen counter, picking at a tub of green grapes. ‘Healthiness equals happiness,’ She insisted as she munched down grape after grape. ‘And nobody stays skinny by eating numerous amounts of pancakes and slice of toast smuthered in butter and drinking hot chocolate with dollops of cream on the top.’ ‘But happiness is in foods like that, how can you resist it?’ I questioned, walking over to the sink and put my mug in the soapy water. ‘Will power,’ Julie said in a smug tone as she jumped down from the counter and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl as she did. ‘You should try it.’ With that, she walked through the archway and sat in the conservatory and flicked through one of the magazines on the coffee table. I scraped my fringe back and went and sat in the wicker basket to the right of her. ‘Mum is planning this wedding way ahead, don’t you think?’ I asked as my sister took a bite out of her apple and flicked a page. ‘It’s just a special day for her, she want’s it to be perfect and will use up anytime she has to make sure it’s beyond perfect.’ Julie replied as she flicked through another page. ‘It’s just a special day for her, she want’s it to be perfect and will use up anytime she has to make sure it’s beyond perfect.’ Julie replied as she flicked through another page. ‘I suppose,’ I said wryly ‘So, what are you doing today?’. Julie put down the magazine and put the apple core in the wicker bin beside the sofa she was now laid upon. ‘Nothing, I’m just going to go and record some song’s in my room then later I’ll have to start getting ready because its Jessicas 18th birthday, we’re holding a house party for her at Danielles,’ Julie said as she got up and walked back through the kitchen and into the hallway. ‘I’ll be upstairs if you need me!’ She yelled from half way up the staircase. After she had gone upstairs, I picked up the magazine she was reading. She had put it cover down and had left it on the page she was looking through. It was all about celebrities, the do and don’ts and bikini body how-to’s. I shook my head and put the magazine back into the magazine rack and decided to go upstairs myself and get dressed. Basically, its just the intro to a story mainly involving Cherish. It was just an i