Poems and stories from Pretty Shannon
POEMS!
The Liamm11 poem 23/8/09
POEM 1 *written when 10?*
(About my old good friend Liamm11)
Liamm had the bluest eyes,
the sweetest smile,
the cheekiest grin.
He always made me laugh,
and always smiled at me.
The moment I said I deleted him,
I saw the glint of saddness in his eyes.
Then I thought Oh no,why!
For then in real life I cried,
and wanted to meet him again...
For that I think not,
and we had not much friendship.
We used to have friendship,
but it was more then that.
MISSING YOU (poem)
Missing you.
I look over you from the blue bright sky,
And from the brightest star that shines.
If you see the rainbow hovering above,
I will be looking over you.
If the blossems of the tree are falling,
remember me and miss me.
If the moon comes out,
it means im with you.
If the sun will rise,
I will rise.
If the sun will set,
I will set.
If your on your own, think of me,
Because im missing you.
WHERE HEAVEN LIVES (poem)
Where heaven lives,
Is where we all live.
We die at young and old,
In seconds or days,or in a decade or two.
Where heaven lives,
theres white angels and big great gates,
where we live in heaven.
Where heaven lives,
the sound of harps are the sound of joy,
the white puffy clouds are where we look down,
and watch people below us.
Where heaven lives,
when the clouds are black and gloomy,
its when another person dies.
Where heaven lives,
the white clouds are when we are in peace.
Where heaven lives,
Its where you live.
THERES A SOUND (poem)
Theres a sound,
a pretty sound,
a lovely sound,
a different sound.
Theres the sound of bombs,
missels ,and gernades thrown at the ground,
theres sound of people screaming for help in there pain.
Theres the sound of stars,
twinkling in the moonlight,
they whisper and waver and tinkle.
Theres the sound of a young child crying,
abused by her parents,
she screeches and snivels and weeps.
Theres the sound of the tree rustling its leaves in the wind,
the flowers ruffle there buds open when the spring apears,
and the grass shakes and springs alive when the winter has ended.
Theres the sound of me putting down my pen,
putting my paper aside,
because I finished this poem.
(About my old good friend Liamm11)
Liamm had the bluest eyes,
the sweetest smile,
the cheekiest grin.
He always made me laugh,
and always smiled at me.
The moment I said I deleted him,
I saw the glint of saddness in his eyes.
Then I thought Oh no,why!
For then in real life I cried,
and wanted to meet him again...
For that I think not,
and we had not much friendship.
We used to have friendship,
but it was more then that.
MISSING YOU (poem)
Missing you.
I look over you from the blue bright sky,
And from the brightest star that shines.
If you see the rainbow hovering above,
I will be looking over you.
If the blossems of the tree are falling,
remember me and miss me.
If the moon comes out,
it means im with you.
If the sun will rise,
I will rise.
If the sun will set,
I will set.
If your on your own, think of me,
Because im missing you.
WHERE HEAVEN LIVES (poem)
Where heaven lives,
Is where we all live.
We die at young and old,
In seconds or days,or in a decade or two.
Where heaven lives,
theres white angels and big great gates,
where we live in heaven.
Where heaven lives,
the sound of harps are the sound of joy,
the white puffy clouds are where we look down,
and watch people below us.
Where heaven lives,
when the clouds are black and gloomy,
its when another person dies.
Where heaven lives,
the white clouds are when we are in peace.
Where heaven lives,
Its where you live.
THERES A SOUND (poem)
Theres a sound,
a pretty sound,
a lovely sound,
a different sound.
Theres the sound of bombs,
missels ,and gernades thrown at the ground,
theres sound of people screaming for help in there pain.
Theres the sound of stars,
twinkling in the moonlight,
they whisper and waver and tinkle.
Theres the sound of a young child crying,
abused by her parents,
she screeches and snivels and weeps.
Theres the sound of the tree rustling its leaves in the wind,
the flowers ruffle there buds open when the spring apears,
and the grass shakes and springs alive when the winter has ended.
Theres the sound of me putting down my pen,
putting my paper aside,
because I finished this poem.
STORIES!
Turning 13 (needs finishing ALOT)
Chapter one-
Bad Things
What do you do when your sister flushes all your pads down the loo when
your on your periods?! What do you do when your mum goes out clubbing
every night, e-dating and always flirting with any men near her!? What do I do
when there’s freaky swot sport kid leaning against a brick wall in there longish
sports kit, there tracksuit bottoms hanging to the ground around my
house(We call baggy jeans “poo in your pants” cause it looks like you just
pooed your pants basically.) Also what do you do when your x-bf is trying to
post posters of you all over lockers at school, of you snuggled up in bed half
naked looking totally babyish, with you sucking your thumb while you dream
of clubbing and school. And, my final question is what do I do and how do I
stop all of this? Because you just CAN NOT live in a terraced house on winter
steed road right in the middle of London stuck with an 38 year old mum that
acts 16, with a little 7 year old brat that flushes your UN-USED period pads
when you have just started your period. You know, it’s just crazy. All of this
happens and I’m stuck with the “PMT” problem where you blow your top when
your on your periods. This is NOT a good thing. Though the teachers at
school in year 8 have a thing about “tempers”. The teachers always think they
know best and always tell you what to do just like there your mum or
something. They say stuff like “Oh dear, You need to keep that anger in, just
in case the new year 7’s see you get angry. It might make them think that its
fine to blow off anytime and to start a ranting match against the other person
dear. OR they might be scared. Just think dear, just think.”. I do think miss, I
would say in my head. Who cares about the year sevens anyway? Well I don’t, even though I was one long ago! I need to protect
them or I will get shouted at the teacher for not being responsible or something.
But you know I’m not wonder woman! I cant just jump out and save a
stranded year 7 lost in the hallway when there’s a fight. Whenever that
happens, you keep your head down and literally run down the corridor away
from abusive words. I hate fights, they drive my nutting! Just now I was
listening to Akon singing the “Sexy Bitch” song with high bass and volume on
my funky blue Ipod nano, until I heard a squeaky strangled sort of scream. I
think that might have been my mum. She might of put the wrong eye shadow
on and made her face look squished, or maybe she lost her favourite sparkly belt for
when she goes clubbing tonight. I give a loud sigh and heave myself off my
junk filled bed, and try run down the stairs (though the stairs is absolutely
covered in magazines such as “heat” and “take a break”). I emerge at the
bottom of the stairs and walk round into our big living room that looks like its
been turned into a bedroom. Magazines and party clothes are thrown all over
the floor, and makeup are scattered across the coffee table with bits of sweet
wrappers abandoned.
Mum is standing on the dining table in her sexy but oh sweaty waitress dress
that cuts off on her thighs. Mums wiggling her bum in time to Flo Rida “Low”.
Its impossible really but mum makes this task look easy like she’s done all
this butt-shaking before. I’m kinda worried for her. Anyway I go up to her and
Say,
“What happened this time? Lost some clothing? I heard you scream.”. Mum
goes pink and blushes while she struggles to fight the hair with her comb.
Mum sighs and sits herself down on to the sofa. She
wonders her hand next to her and pats the sofa, wanting me to come and sit
next to her. I feel kinda nervous, and sit next to her. Mum blushes some more
and then squeaks “I’ve found the one! The one that can really make us
happy. He is caring, kind and sweet. He asked me to on a date with him.”. I
stare at mum blankly. It has been a long time since I’ve seen mum happy
about a sort of love life. Yeah, I feel happy for her but I want to know that this
is going to be safe. See, dad left when I was 8 to live with a tart that smokes
and drinks. Mum was so terrible, and had a rough time so she had to go
hospital for her to calm, and let the depression go away. Still my mum is just to crazy at times,
I tell you! She once saw a rat in the valley so she took it home in her handbag because she
felt sorry for it; but that rat kinda got fed up and scattered away outside in to the garden.
Anyway, mums staring at me now expecting a sort of “well done!” answer. I blurt out
“Have you ever spoke to him on phone? Seen him on Webcam? What’s his name and
age?”. Mum goes pink at the question and starts nibbling on her fine
manicured nails that were done last Sunday, and says
“Well, he must be my age if I’m 38. Anyway, when I date him I will know…and I don’t care for
what his name is. I just need SOMEONE to look after US.”. I look at mum like she is SO
wrong. All the men give her a dirty sort of grin.
She doesn’t know why they look at her like that. I do. She has the fattest baps
in the world, Its like squishing 2 fat basketballs together and trying
to fit them under a tiny crop top and WOW, don’t the guys give my mum a hard time with wolf
whistling at her and winking and stuff. Her hair is puffed blonde, and looks ever so
foxy when it lays over her shoulders. Her eyes are baby blue and they shine
like diamonds. I keep staring at mum like I’m a rabbit in front of a car,
frightened, scared, unable to move about the thought of having “ the one “ in our house. Mum sighs
again and puts a calm hand on my shoulder, and says quietly ,
“Look at it like this. When was the last time I went out with a man? When was
the last time on my own have I seen a lush hot body? When is it just now you
freak out when I’ve met someone that will make us happy? You will finally be
able to call a person a DAD. Think about it honey.”. I smile and clamber off the
sofa. I hear my Moby tinkling out “Tambourine” from eve. I know it’s a
message, maybe from Tasha. So I run up the stairs as fast as I can like I’m in
the Olympics, and hurdle over the basket full of clothes, then getting a prize
of a Moby for running the 10 meter race. I reach the phone and see that a text
WAS from Tasha. I look at the text and it says “C U MON BRING CLOTHES
FOR PARTY AFTER xx”. Oh yeah! Tasha’s gonna turn 13 Monday! But I t
totally forgot to get some glam clothes! And its not like I could use my mums
(not that it wouldn’t fit me! Mums the same size and weight as me worryingly!
The reasons are:
1.Her fake tan always stains her clothes.
2.She would go mental If she found out that I’ve covered her clothes in my
body germs.
3.What if I spilt drink or food over her clothes?(Then she would go mental.).
And I cant wear my normal clothes cause their not very party-ish, and their all like “ I’m not going
anywhere, just hanging in the house “ sort of clothes. So anyway I think I kinda need to go and shop
NOW, so I don’t go to the party nude.
So I clamber over the massive basket overloaded with clothes that’s probably
sat there since I was 10, and shout over the banister,
“Mum! I need to go and buy some clothes for Tasha’s Party!”. I’m hoping she
lets me. Normally when I go out she looks out of the window making some
squeak noise, also screaming, waving her arms around like a windmill, and
she normally fails because when she see’s me kinda ignoring her, she then
kinda just leaves me alone. She wants to know that I can cross the roads
safely (no joke) and if no perverts try and grab me and act weird (no joke).
But I can understand both of these cause the last year my friend Tasha
absolutely screamed when she saw an old man licking his lips and waving his
walking stick round shouting “I will get you! Rah!”. That was pretty freaky. And
she saw on the news that most teenagers walk around, normally to go to a
friends house or the mall, and that 50% of teenagers get stared at while going
to where ever. So I don’t think there’s going to be an old man wobbling
around on his walking stick licking his lips at the sight of you around a house
covered area in the middle of the day, when old women are walking there
terriers out (those dogs yap ALOT). So I escape out of the drive so I can only
hear a window slamming in mums temper, because mum was giving warnings
and about what to do when crossing the road, and I wasn’t listening to her so maybe that’s
why.
I walk over the pavement
playing the little kids game trying to avoid stepping on cracks and not to stand
on a ant. The mall isn’t far away, and Tasha lives only across the road so I
can pop round if need be so I can then eat all the popcorn and watch a movie
like “wild child” with her or something. The shopping malls right ahead of me. I
get closer and closer until… “Hey jerk! What you gonna do today? Hang
around the sports centre for lover boy?” says my snotty enemy, Sasha. Sasha was right in front of me
while I was playing my little kid game (what a shame she saw that, that will be spread across the school
now. Great.). I walk
backwards, unable to escape as I fell on some smelly dog turd…
My enemy snorts and kicks me real hard in the back as I tried to clamber
away in a army crouch, only failing to fall over some more.
“Your useless. I thought that you could do anything. I think I just proved you
wrong AGAIN.” she sniffs.
I get up slowly, just to get a hard stinging slap across the face.
“You don’t deserve anything. Your ugly and horrible. Lover boy wouldn’t lay his eyes on you.
EVER. Just think about me though. All the boys look at me, not you. So just go away cause your
nothing to me.”.
I can hear one of the boys saying across the road “ I wish I could have a girlfriend like that who can
kick arse…”
Sasha flicks her golden hair and walks away likes she’s in some catwalk
cause there’s these guys hanging around on there skateboards. All the boys l
look up and one of them wolf whistled. Sasha winks at the boys and stutters
off in her 4 inch heels, walking towards her friends house (also my enemy).
I’m stuck in some war zone. I’m just surrounded by idiots from school…and
you would think that I would only see them at school for war, not at home to!
I’m blushing cause I’ve got some dog turd smudged on my clothes, and half
the neighbourhood must of seen that and I think they might be laughing like a
repeated Cd player, never stopping. Some old woman like 70 just saw
through the window (nosy things) and slowly walked out the front door
towards me.
“Dear. Can I help you?” the old lady says quietly.
“Uhh no I’m fine miss. Honest.” I say quickly with a weak smile spread across
on my voice. I SO defiantly didn’t want to hang around a woman that smells of
musty soap and one that sniffs for like ever eternity.
“Dear…I have to. Your clothes will stain with mud all over it! Look, stay there
dear. I’m just going to get some soap and disinfectant. Be back in a minute
dear…”.
Great.. So I’m kinda happy that old lady has a blocked nose today. Mud? You only get that on grass I’m
afraid, and I fell on the pavement.
I so didn’t hang around here, so I sprinted towards Tasha’s at a high speed like I was running
in the 2012 Olympics.
“Wait dear! You need some disinfectant! ”screeches the old lady that smells
of soap who just ran out of her gleaming white front door.
I’m really scared now. Not cause off snobby posh Sasha, but cause the old
woman is kinda haunting me. I need a change of plan cause I’m not going in
town with some dog turd hanging on my back. Do you know how un an-
attractive that is?
I walk across the chavvy area as I pass some boys on there skateboards. The
boys stifle there laughs as I go past and point at me and they jeer,
“Looks like you had an accident nerd.”. I blush and walk a bit faster only to
hear more laughter and choking. I then walk faster and faster until I only hear
a whisper of the boys voices.
Right, I’m at the door of Tasha’s. I’m escaping
the horrible nightmare that surrounds me on a Saturday morning. I knock the
door that’s made out of beer bottles (there family wants to be eco), which
makes a loud rattling sound and I hear and squeak as the door opens.
Tasha’s mum pokes her mini squished head out from the hallway and has a
plastered grin on her face.
“Hello! It’s nice to see you hun! Sorry Tasha’s not here but-” Tasha’s mum
pauses and wrinkles her stubby pink nose.
“Charlie are you sure you emptied the litter tray? It smells!” Tasha’s mum
turns her head into the hallway as she shouts that.
“Um about that smell Linda…I…fell and had a accident.” I say as I stumble
across my words feebly.
Linda raises her eyebrows at a astonishing height and tuts.
“What’s happened now!? Have you grazed a knee? Do you need a plaster?”
Linda shoots these words at me like I’m in a quiz show as I try to tackle the
questions.
The easiest way for me not to answer the question was to shake my head
and show her the back of my body.
Linda freaks and faints like I just did something unbelievable. Well I guess it’s
freaky if you might just of had your lunch and saw some “accident” stuck on
someone’s back. I would feel quite sick, yeah. I start getting anxious as
Charlie (Linda’s hubby) charges through the door outside in the middle of
winter with no top on revealing some astonishing man boobs that are
incredibly wobbly and uh…big. Charlie laughs as he see’s his wife slumped
on the doorstep, as she slightly starts to open her mouth letting heaps of
saliva drawl out her mouth.
Why is HE laughing? You wouldn’t laugh at your wife if she slumped on the
floor looking dead ,would you?
“Oh Linda, your always funny when you fake faint…ah” Charlie bends down
slapping his knee at what he’s seeing.
I start to walk away, but no one notices.
So far today: I got shouted at by mum how to cross the road and to make sure no
blokes wonder around looking quite suspicious. I met Sasha and she pushed
me to the ground like I’m dirt and she showed the boys on there skateboards
that are across the road.
An kind but weird old bat thought it would be good to clean my clothes in front of the whole
neighbourhood
Not only that, but the boys were laughing, smirking, shouting abusive words at
me and worse as I ran away.
But I just made Linda fall on the floor dead and Charlie comes out laughing
and doesn’t notice me. Sigh.
Could anything get any worse? I need some clothes for the party! And when I
get home mum will have a hysterical fit because of the turd…So what do I do?
Cause it’s nearly dinner time (6pm dinner) and the shopping mall closes then.
I trudge home in defeat thinking about what’s for dinner…Nacho’s or
Lasagne?
I’m back home bringing a strong odour of disinfectant and some smelly bits of
dog poo ( Yeah, I forgot to say that the old lady threw a whole jug of disinfectant, litrally drowning me).
So I just open the
door and there’s mum in the kitchen eating a healthy stir-fry with bits of
vegetables that I don’t know in it. This is the stuff I have to live with cause my
mums vegan. Also, I just saw my sis trying to sing “I gotta feeling” from the
Black eyed peas.
“I gotta meaning….good night tonight….yeah!!!” I hear my sister sing. I groan
at this. I don’t want to hear my 7 year old sister sing, when my pet dog Lilly is
yowling at the goldfish bowl, with the telly up on high volume with Brittany
Spears doing some pose on a music video, and the fan is on (its 6 years old
its knackered , it like rattles , which means its broken).So its incredibly noisy
here. But mum would of normally noticed this and instruct me to let the dog
out, feed the fish, me to send my sister upstairs so she can play with her dolls
so that she doesn’t make a racket downstairs, turn the volume down on telly
and for me to turn the fan off. Something was up with mum. She kept staring
out the window, her eyes kind of glazed over dreamily.
“Uh, mum are you not hungry?!” I half shouted across the room. Mum must
be asleep with her eyes open cause she didn’t hear me. Right, I’m going
upstairs away from all my problems, my family, my nightmares that happened
just today. Great, so its school tomorrow. You cant see me jumping in the air
with a big smile on my face can you? No, I’m sitting here quite glum staring at
my planner getting ready to bring my books today for the right lessons.
Eugh… P.E. It is the worst lesson for me. I just swear that there’s just some
curse over me because every time we play a ball game, it rains, a ball hits
me, I fall over on my crush or so on. I just don’t do P.E. Not just cause I’m
unlucky and get curses, but because I think a ball is a bomb, so when we play
tennis, football, hockey, rounder’s, baseball, netball, kickball ect. I always run
away from the ball and hurtle on to the teacher and hug her/him for
protection. Yeah, and everyone stares at me and gapes and acts like Sasha,
thinking there the best that they spotted me doing my “Hurtle from the ball”
game. Yeah, I humiliate myself. Not only that, but I’m terrible at Science. I
cant name the parts of a body, so the only parts I now is the heart, brain, liver
,lungs, uhh and that’s it. But c’mon, not many people know every single thing
in a body right? Yes, I should know by now where a liver is in the body
because the teacher talks non stop about bones and other gross body parts inside your
body… But I ignore the tired voice of my boring teacher because there
is a 15 year old boy here on work experience in Science. He is a nice lad, and
nice looking to. When the bell rings for Science we leg it so we can gaze at
this scared lad cause he is nice looking. We look forward to going to science
now (only for the hot boy ok) and I can see that my grades are getting slightly
lower as buff boy is more intrusting then a set of bones in the body. Its not
like when I’m older that I will be a Scientist, so I don’t see the
point of all this learning of the body, particles or whatever.
I guess that I need a rest…I thought. So I layed on my bed half dazed to the
fact that I have had a horrible day today. Could things get worse even though I will see
buff boy tomorrow? My grades could get higher (not that I care, well I do but
only for mums sake as she wants me to be famous for money or something
when I’m older.). Cause he is cute sweet and attractive, so I don’t blame the
year 9 or 10’s that try and chat to him at break.
They aren’t that pretty a matter of fact…well I cant really say that as I’m not
quite appealing myself. But these girls are revolting and hideous-because
they chase all the boys desperate for a love life. This puts the boys off so
when its lunch they run out of the school up to McDonalds and hang there
instead to grab a burger rather then hang around with repulsive girls that
gawp at the boys non-stop.
Chapter 2-
Teachers, pupils, geeks and buff boy
I hear the alarm of screaming and squealing from my usual mum instead of the merry tune of
“Singing in the rain” from my Samsung mobile that seemed that its battery live got knocked out
(good that mum was my alarm today otherwise I would be late for school yet again ,and Mrs
Grapefruit would have a fit cause I’m like late everyday as the old woman on the road that
smells like soap drags me in her old crumbly lonely house to let me stroke her cats) and well,
you would expect that if you had a Samsung mobile since you were 10 so I’ve had this horrible
tacky mobile for nearly 3 years.
I couldn’t be bothered to get up at 7 am in the morning as It just feels like Saturday, where I
normally live in my crumbled-up duvet bed watching soaps (East enders and stuff, not liked
bars of soaps. Though I think the old lady down the road maybe does take her spare time and
stares at bars of soaps all day.) and maybe just eating a lot of junk food aka nothing healthy.
But I’m the weirdest person in the family, I must admit that.
I have a thing for penguins, thinking how cute they are how they waddle around in there
orange webbed feat, how they use there beak and snuffle themselves, how they dive in to the
icy water and flap there useless wings to paddle along to a short distance.
I, Sophie Charm will successfully lay in bed a little longer today before I hear more sounds of
screaming and flushing from the toilet as my sister Taylor gets some un-used period pads out.
“There Mermaids!” my 7 year old sister says.
“Look, they can swim! Look oh no there’s a whirlpool ahh!” she says as she jabs her finger in
to the dirty water imagining that her finger was a mermaid itself.
See, I’m not the only weird one, fortunately.
I think I should check up on mum now just in case the spider/cockroach/snake/lizard didn’t
crawl into her bed and make her let out another scared muffle cry when she‘s hiding under the
duvet which kinda worries me.
I thrown myself out of my den and closed the door (having a sign that got super glued onto the
door, saying “no period pad flushers aloud or you will have no Barbie dolls as I will flush
THEM down the toilet.”.)
I do my special hunched up army crawl on the floor as I slowly moved closer and closer
to my mums room until…OMG I CAN SMELL AFTERSHAVE!
The door is slightly open and I can smell more of the disgustful smell as I reach closer and
closer until I hear a deep voice whispering and a soft voice whisper back.
I hear a muffled “Ow” from the deep voice and I hear padding of feet padding closer to the
wooden door…
I don’t want to see this…MAN in MY house.
I hope this isn’t dad…mind you I should of peeked through the door before I lurched myself
back to my room across the long 5 meter landing once I heard footsteps getting closer in
mums room.
This is very mysterious…OMG I got SO worked up that its 8 am already and I’ve just been
sitting here thinking about what’s happening in mums room cause its very quiet now, though I
can still hear quite a few of girly giggly laughs.
I scamper down the long forever eternity stairs as I just finished throwing on my worst uniform
on (crumpled up, torn, loads of holes in it and stuff) and only managing to steal a biscuit out
the cookie jar.
I pick up my backpack and open the door before I could hear Taylor chanting quietly “Mummy
and Mark, sitting in a tree, doing things they shouldn’t be. Mummy and Mark sitting in a tree
kissing and licking and sticking up for me. Mummy and Mark sitting in a tree, not telling Sophie
what’s happening, which is very mean…”.
I couldn’t of just heard that. Who the HELL is MARK!? Is that why I could smell aftershave?
Did mum spend the night with “Mark?”. Or am I hearing and smelling things? Imagining? Lets
hope I’m just imaging everything at the moment.
OMG its like 20 past 8 and school starts in 5 minutes! I sprint out the door without saying a
goodbye to anyone. The bus is here…phew. I slow down and walk towards the bus as it just
started to pull away.
“NO! STOP…NOW!”I scream angrily shaking my fist at the bus driver.
I can see Sasha, my enemy at the back of the bus waving around a rude hand sign and
laughed at me repeatedly as the bus got further and further away.
“Bitch isn’t she. You’re a nicer bitch though.” says a guy leaning against a near by tree.
“Uh…yeah! So…who are you?” I ask, still blushing that this guy approves of me.
“You know…from the sports centre.” says lover boy as he steps forward from the tree.
I burn and I feel like I’m turning red. Lover boy is a boy at the gym who supposedly loves me,
but he isn’t fit or anything like that. He is just like a not very popular person like where ever,
not that I’m popular or anything. I do NOT act the popular type.
“Oh yeah…I um remember you. But I got to go otherwise I will be late for school. Bye!” I
squeak as I run away.
Normally when you are scared or hate someone or whatever, you just blurt out an excuse like
“I will be late for school” or something.
But that was true, cause I AM late for school and Mrs Grapefruit (Yes, that’s her real name,
and its not made up ok) would throw a paddy at you even if you were a millisecond late.
Chapter one-
Bad Things
What do you do when your sister flushes all your pads down the loo when
your on your periods?! What do you do when your mum goes out clubbing
every night, e-dating and always flirting with any men near her!? What do I do
when there’s freaky swot sport kid leaning against a brick wall in there longish
sports kit, there tracksuit bottoms hanging to the ground around my
house(We call baggy jeans “poo in your pants” cause it looks like you just
pooed your pants basically.) Also what do you do when your x-bf is trying to
post posters of you all over lockers at school, of you snuggled up in bed half
naked looking totally babyish, with you sucking your thumb while you dream
of clubbing and school. And, my final question is what do I do and how do I
stop all of this? Because you just CAN NOT live in a terraced house on winter
steed road right in the middle of London stuck with an 38 year old mum that
acts 16, with a little 7 year old brat that flushes your UN-USED period pads
when you have just started your period. You know, it’s just crazy. All of this
happens and I’m stuck with the “PMT” problem where you blow your top when
your on your periods. This is NOT a good thing. Though the teachers at
school in year 8 have a thing about “tempers”. The teachers always think they
know best and always tell you what to do just like there your mum or
something. They say stuff like “Oh dear, You need to keep that anger in, just
in case the new year 7’s see you get angry. It might make them think that its
fine to blow off anytime and to start a ranting match against the other person
dear. OR they might be scared. Just think dear, just think.”. I do think miss, I
would say in my head. Who cares about the year sevens anyway? Well I don’t, even though I was one long ago! I need to protect
them or I will get shouted at the teacher for not being responsible or something.
But you know I’m not wonder woman! I cant just jump out and save a
stranded year 7 lost in the hallway when there’s a fight. Whenever that
happens, you keep your head down and literally run down the corridor away
from abusive words. I hate fights, they drive my nutting! Just now I was
listening to Akon singing the “Sexy Bitch” song with high bass and volume on
my funky blue Ipod nano, until I heard a squeaky strangled sort of scream. I
think that might have been my mum. She might of put the wrong eye shadow
on and made her face look squished, or maybe she lost her favourite sparkly belt for
when she goes clubbing tonight. I give a loud sigh and heave myself off my
junk filled bed, and try run down the stairs (though the stairs is absolutely
covered in magazines such as “heat” and “take a break”). I emerge at the
bottom of the stairs and walk round into our big living room that looks like its
been turned into a bedroom. Magazines and party clothes are thrown all over
the floor, and makeup are scattered across the coffee table with bits of sweet
wrappers abandoned.
Mum is standing on the dining table in her sexy but oh sweaty waitress dress
that cuts off on her thighs. Mums wiggling her bum in time to Flo Rida “Low”.
Its impossible really but mum makes this task look easy like she’s done all
this butt-shaking before. I’m kinda worried for her. Anyway I go up to her and
Say,
“What happened this time? Lost some clothing? I heard you scream.”. Mum
goes pink and blushes while she struggles to fight the hair with her comb.
Mum sighs and sits herself down on to the sofa. She
wonders her hand next to her and pats the sofa, wanting me to come and sit
next to her. I feel kinda nervous, and sit next to her. Mum blushes some more
and then squeaks “I’ve found the one! The one that can really make us
happy. He is caring, kind and sweet. He asked me to on a date with him.”. I
stare at mum blankly. It has been a long time since I’ve seen mum happy
about a sort of love life. Yeah, I feel happy for her but I want to know that this
is going to be safe. See, dad left when I was 8 to live with a tart that smokes
and drinks. Mum was so terrible, and had a rough time so she had to go
hospital for her to calm, and let the depression go away. Still my mum is just to crazy at times,
I tell you! She once saw a rat in the valley so she took it home in her handbag because she
felt sorry for it; but that rat kinda got fed up and scattered away outside in to the garden.
Anyway, mums staring at me now expecting a sort of “well done!” answer. I blurt out
“Have you ever spoke to him on phone? Seen him on Webcam? What’s his name and
age?”. Mum goes pink at the question and starts nibbling on her fine
manicured nails that were done last Sunday, and says
“Well, he must be my age if I’m 38. Anyway, when I date him I will know…and I don’t care for
what his name is. I just need SOMEONE to look after US.”. I look at mum like she is SO
wrong. All the men give her a dirty sort of grin.
She doesn’t know why they look at her like that. I do. She has the fattest baps
in the world, Its like squishing 2 fat basketballs together and trying
to fit them under a tiny crop top and WOW, don’t the guys give my mum a hard time with wolf
whistling at her and winking and stuff. Her hair is puffed blonde, and looks ever so
foxy when it lays over her shoulders. Her eyes are baby blue and they shine
like diamonds. I keep staring at mum like I’m a rabbit in front of a car,
frightened, scared, unable to move about the thought of having “ the one “ in our house. Mum sighs
again and puts a calm hand on my shoulder, and says quietly ,
“Look at it like this. When was the last time I went out with a man? When was
the last time on my own have I seen a lush hot body? When is it just now you
freak out when I’ve met someone that will make us happy? You will finally be
able to call a person a DAD. Think about it honey.”. I smile and clamber off the
sofa. I hear my Moby tinkling out “Tambourine” from eve. I know it’s a
message, maybe from Tasha. So I run up the stairs as fast as I can like I’m in
the Olympics, and hurdle over the basket full of clothes, then getting a prize
of a Moby for running the 10 meter race. I reach the phone and see that a text
WAS from Tasha. I look at the text and it says “C U MON BRING CLOTHES
FOR PARTY AFTER xx”. Oh yeah! Tasha’s gonna turn 13 Monday! But I t
totally forgot to get some glam clothes! And its not like I could use my mums
(not that it wouldn’t fit me! Mums the same size and weight as me worryingly!
The reasons are:
1.Her fake tan always stains her clothes.
2.She would go mental If she found out that I’ve covered her clothes in my
body germs.
3.What if I spilt drink or food over her clothes?(Then she would go mental.).
And I cant wear my normal clothes cause their not very party-ish, and their all like “ I’m not going
anywhere, just hanging in the house “ sort of clothes. So anyway I think I kinda need to go and shop
NOW, so I don’t go to the party nude.
So I clamber over the massive basket overloaded with clothes that’s probably
sat there since I was 10, and shout over the banister,
“Mum! I need to go and buy some clothes for Tasha’s Party!”. I’m hoping she
lets me. Normally when I go out she looks out of the window making some
squeak noise, also screaming, waving her arms around like a windmill, and
she normally fails because when she see’s me kinda ignoring her, she then
kinda just leaves me alone. She wants to know that I can cross the roads
safely (no joke) and if no perverts try and grab me and act weird (no joke).
But I can understand both of these cause the last year my friend Tasha
absolutely screamed when she saw an old man licking his lips and waving his
walking stick round shouting “I will get you! Rah!”. That was pretty freaky. And
she saw on the news that most teenagers walk around, normally to go to a
friends house or the mall, and that 50% of teenagers get stared at while going
to where ever. So I don’t think there’s going to be an old man wobbling
around on his walking stick licking his lips at the sight of you around a house
covered area in the middle of the day, when old women are walking there
terriers out (those dogs yap ALOT). So I escape out of the drive so I can only
hear a window slamming in mums temper, because mum was giving warnings
and about what to do when crossing the road, and I wasn’t listening to her so maybe that’s
why.
I walk over the pavement
playing the little kids game trying to avoid stepping on cracks and not to stand
on a ant. The mall isn’t far away, and Tasha lives only across the road so I
can pop round if need be so I can then eat all the popcorn and watch a movie
like “wild child” with her or something. The shopping malls right ahead of me. I
get closer and closer until… “Hey jerk! What you gonna do today? Hang
around the sports centre for lover boy?” says my snotty enemy, Sasha. Sasha was right in front of me
while I was playing my little kid game (what a shame she saw that, that will be spread across the school
now. Great.). I walk
backwards, unable to escape as I fell on some smelly dog turd…
My enemy snorts and kicks me real hard in the back as I tried to clamber
away in a army crouch, only failing to fall over some more.
“Your useless. I thought that you could do anything. I think I just proved you
wrong AGAIN.” she sniffs.
I get up slowly, just to get a hard stinging slap across the face.
“You don’t deserve anything. Your ugly and horrible. Lover boy wouldn’t lay his eyes on you.
EVER. Just think about me though. All the boys look at me, not you. So just go away cause your
nothing to me.”.
I can hear one of the boys saying across the road “ I wish I could have a girlfriend like that who can
kick arse…”
Sasha flicks her golden hair and walks away likes she’s in some catwalk
cause there’s these guys hanging around on there skateboards. All the boys l
look up and one of them wolf whistled. Sasha winks at the boys and stutters
off in her 4 inch heels, walking towards her friends house (also my enemy).
I’m stuck in some war zone. I’m just surrounded by idiots from school…and
you would think that I would only see them at school for war, not at home to!
I’m blushing cause I’ve got some dog turd smudged on my clothes, and half
the neighbourhood must of seen that and I think they might be laughing like a
repeated Cd player, never stopping. Some old woman like 70 just saw
through the window (nosy things) and slowly walked out the front door
towards me.
“Dear. Can I help you?” the old lady says quietly.
“Uhh no I’m fine miss. Honest.” I say quickly with a weak smile spread across
on my voice. I SO defiantly didn’t want to hang around a woman that smells of
musty soap and one that sniffs for like ever eternity.
“Dear…I have to. Your clothes will stain with mud all over it! Look, stay there
dear. I’m just going to get some soap and disinfectant. Be back in a minute
dear…”.
Great.. So I’m kinda happy that old lady has a blocked nose today. Mud? You only get that on grass I’m
afraid, and I fell on the pavement.
I so didn’t hang around here, so I sprinted towards Tasha’s at a high speed like I was running
in the 2012 Olympics.
“Wait dear! You need some disinfectant! ”screeches the old lady that smells
of soap who just ran out of her gleaming white front door.
I’m really scared now. Not cause off snobby posh Sasha, but cause the old
woman is kinda haunting me. I need a change of plan cause I’m not going in
town with some dog turd hanging on my back. Do you know how un an-
attractive that is?
I walk across the chavvy area as I pass some boys on there skateboards. The
boys stifle there laughs as I go past and point at me and they jeer,
“Looks like you had an accident nerd.”. I blush and walk a bit faster only to
hear more laughter and choking. I then walk faster and faster until I only hear
a whisper of the boys voices.
Right, I’m at the door of Tasha’s. I’m escaping
the horrible nightmare that surrounds me on a Saturday morning. I knock the
door that’s made out of beer bottles (there family wants to be eco), which
makes a loud rattling sound and I hear and squeak as the door opens.
Tasha’s mum pokes her mini squished head out from the hallway and has a
plastered grin on her face.
“Hello! It’s nice to see you hun! Sorry Tasha’s not here but-” Tasha’s mum
pauses and wrinkles her stubby pink nose.
“Charlie are you sure you emptied the litter tray? It smells!” Tasha’s mum
turns her head into the hallway as she shouts that.
“Um about that smell Linda…I…fell and had a accident.” I say as I stumble
across my words feebly.
Linda raises her eyebrows at a astonishing height and tuts.
“What’s happened now!? Have you grazed a knee? Do you need a plaster?”
Linda shoots these words at me like I’m in a quiz show as I try to tackle the
questions.
The easiest way for me not to answer the question was to shake my head
and show her the back of my body.
Linda freaks and faints like I just did something unbelievable. Well I guess it’s
freaky if you might just of had your lunch and saw some “accident” stuck on
someone’s back. I would feel quite sick, yeah. I start getting anxious as
Charlie (Linda’s hubby) charges through the door outside in the middle of
winter with no top on revealing some astonishing man boobs that are
incredibly wobbly and uh…big. Charlie laughs as he see’s his wife slumped
on the doorstep, as she slightly starts to open her mouth letting heaps of
saliva drawl out her mouth.
Why is HE laughing? You wouldn’t laugh at your wife if she slumped on the
floor looking dead ,would you?
“Oh Linda, your always funny when you fake faint…ah” Charlie bends down
slapping his knee at what he’s seeing.
I start to walk away, but no one notices.
So far today: I got shouted at by mum how to cross the road and to make sure no
blokes wonder around looking quite suspicious. I met Sasha and she pushed
me to the ground like I’m dirt and she showed the boys on there skateboards
that are across the road.
An kind but weird old bat thought it would be good to clean my clothes in front of the whole
neighbourhood
Not only that, but the boys were laughing, smirking, shouting abusive words at
me and worse as I ran away.
But I just made Linda fall on the floor dead and Charlie comes out laughing
and doesn’t notice me. Sigh.
Could anything get any worse? I need some clothes for the party! And when I
get home mum will have a hysterical fit because of the turd…So what do I do?
Cause it’s nearly dinner time (6pm dinner) and the shopping mall closes then.
I trudge home in defeat thinking about what’s for dinner…Nacho’s or
Lasagne?
I’m back home bringing a strong odour of disinfectant and some smelly bits of
dog poo ( Yeah, I forgot to say that the old lady threw a whole jug of disinfectant, litrally drowning me).
So I just open the
door and there’s mum in the kitchen eating a healthy stir-fry with bits of
vegetables that I don’t know in it. This is the stuff I have to live with cause my
mums vegan. Also, I just saw my sis trying to sing “I gotta feeling” from the
Black eyed peas.
“I gotta meaning….good night tonight….yeah!!!” I hear my sister sing. I groan
at this. I don’t want to hear my 7 year old sister sing, when my pet dog Lilly is
yowling at the goldfish bowl, with the telly up on high volume with Brittany
Spears doing some pose on a music video, and the fan is on (its 6 years old
its knackered , it like rattles , which means its broken).So its incredibly noisy
here. But mum would of normally noticed this and instruct me to let the dog
out, feed the fish, me to send my sister upstairs so she can play with her dolls
so that she doesn’t make a racket downstairs, turn the volume down on telly
and for me to turn the fan off. Something was up with mum. She kept staring
out the window, her eyes kind of glazed over dreamily.
“Uh, mum are you not hungry?!” I half shouted across the room. Mum must
be asleep with her eyes open cause she didn’t hear me. Right, I’m going
upstairs away from all my problems, my family, my nightmares that happened
just today. Great, so its school tomorrow. You cant see me jumping in the air
with a big smile on my face can you? No, I’m sitting here quite glum staring at
my planner getting ready to bring my books today for the right lessons.
Eugh… P.E. It is the worst lesson for me. I just swear that there’s just some
curse over me because every time we play a ball game, it rains, a ball hits
me, I fall over on my crush or so on. I just don’t do P.E. Not just cause I’m
unlucky and get curses, but because I think a ball is a bomb, so when we play
tennis, football, hockey, rounder’s, baseball, netball, kickball ect. I always run
away from the ball and hurtle on to the teacher and hug her/him for
protection. Yeah, and everyone stares at me and gapes and acts like Sasha,
thinking there the best that they spotted me doing my “Hurtle from the ball”
game. Yeah, I humiliate myself. Not only that, but I’m terrible at Science. I
cant name the parts of a body, so the only parts I now is the heart, brain, liver
,lungs, uhh and that’s it. But c’mon, not many people know every single thing
in a body right? Yes, I should know by now where a liver is in the body
because the teacher talks non stop about bones and other gross body parts inside your
body… But I ignore the tired voice of my boring teacher because there
is a 15 year old boy here on work experience in Science. He is a nice lad, and
nice looking to. When the bell rings for Science we leg it so we can gaze at
this scared lad cause he is nice looking. We look forward to going to science
now (only for the hot boy ok) and I can see that my grades are getting slightly
lower as buff boy is more intrusting then a set of bones in the body. Its not
like when I’m older that I will be a Scientist, so I don’t see the
point of all this learning of the body, particles or whatever.
I guess that I need a rest…I thought. So I layed on my bed half dazed to the
fact that I have had a horrible day today. Could things get worse even though I will see
buff boy tomorrow? My grades could get higher (not that I care, well I do but
only for mums sake as she wants me to be famous for money or something
when I’m older.). Cause he is cute sweet and attractive, so I don’t blame the
year 9 or 10’s that try and chat to him at break.
They aren’t that pretty a matter of fact…well I cant really say that as I’m not
quite appealing myself. But these girls are revolting and hideous-because
they chase all the boys desperate for a love life. This puts the boys off so
when its lunch they run out of the school up to McDonalds and hang there
instead to grab a burger rather then hang around with repulsive girls that
gawp at the boys non-stop.
Chapter 2-
Teachers, pupils, geeks and buff boy
I hear the alarm of screaming and squealing from my usual mum instead of the merry tune of
“Singing in the rain” from my Samsung mobile that seemed that its battery live got knocked out
(good that mum was my alarm today otherwise I would be late for school yet again ,and Mrs
Grapefruit would have a fit cause I’m like late everyday as the old woman on the road that
smells like soap drags me in her old crumbly lonely house to let me stroke her cats) and well,
you would expect that if you had a Samsung mobile since you were 10 so I’ve had this horrible
tacky mobile for nearly 3 years.
I couldn’t be bothered to get up at 7 am in the morning as It just feels like Saturday, where I
normally live in my crumbled-up duvet bed watching soaps (East enders and stuff, not liked
bars of soaps. Though I think the old lady down the road maybe does take her spare time and
stares at bars of soaps all day.) and maybe just eating a lot of junk food aka nothing healthy.
But I’m the weirdest person in the family, I must admit that.
I have a thing for penguins, thinking how cute they are how they waddle around in there
orange webbed feat, how they use there beak and snuffle themselves, how they dive in to the
icy water and flap there useless wings to paddle along to a short distance.
I, Sophie Charm will successfully lay in bed a little longer today before I hear more sounds of
screaming and flushing from the toilet as my sister Taylor gets some un-used period pads out.
“There Mermaids!” my 7 year old sister says.
“Look, they can swim! Look oh no there’s a whirlpool ahh!” she says as she jabs her finger in
to the dirty water imagining that her finger was a mermaid itself.
See, I’m not the only weird one, fortunately.
I think I should check up on mum now just in case the spider/cockroach/snake/lizard didn’t
crawl into her bed and make her let out another scared muffle cry when she‘s hiding under the
duvet which kinda worries me.
I thrown myself out of my den and closed the door (having a sign that got super glued onto the
door, saying “no period pad flushers aloud or you will have no Barbie dolls as I will flush
THEM down the toilet.”.)
I do my special hunched up army crawl on the floor as I slowly moved closer and closer
to my mums room until…OMG I CAN SMELL AFTERSHAVE!
The door is slightly open and I can smell more of the disgustful smell as I reach closer and
closer until I hear a deep voice whispering and a soft voice whisper back.
I hear a muffled “Ow” from the deep voice and I hear padding of feet padding closer to the
wooden door…
I don’t want to see this…MAN in MY house.
I hope this isn’t dad…mind you I should of peeked through the door before I lurched myself
back to my room across the long 5 meter landing once I heard footsteps getting closer in
mums room.
This is very mysterious…OMG I got SO worked up that its 8 am already and I’ve just been
sitting here thinking about what’s happening in mums room cause its very quiet now, though I
can still hear quite a few of girly giggly laughs.
I scamper down the long forever eternity stairs as I just finished throwing on my worst uniform
on (crumpled up, torn, loads of holes in it and stuff) and only managing to steal a biscuit out
the cookie jar.
I pick up my backpack and open the door before I could hear Taylor chanting quietly “Mummy
and Mark, sitting in a tree, doing things they shouldn’t be. Mummy and Mark sitting in a tree
kissing and licking and sticking up for me. Mummy and Mark sitting in a tree, not telling Sophie
what’s happening, which is very mean…”.
I couldn’t of just heard that. Who the HELL is MARK!? Is that why I could smell aftershave?
Did mum spend the night with “Mark?”. Or am I hearing and smelling things? Imagining? Lets
hope I’m just imaging everything at the moment.
OMG its like 20 past 8 and school starts in 5 minutes! I sprint out the door without saying a
goodbye to anyone. The bus is here…phew. I slow down and walk towards the bus as it just
started to pull away.
“NO! STOP…NOW!”I scream angrily shaking my fist at the bus driver.
I can see Sasha, my enemy at the back of the bus waving around a rude hand sign and
laughed at me repeatedly as the bus got further and further away.
“Bitch isn’t she. You’re a nicer bitch though.” says a guy leaning against a near by tree.
“Uh…yeah! So…who are you?” I ask, still blushing that this guy approves of me.
“You know…from the sports centre.” says lover boy as he steps forward from the tree.
I burn and I feel like I’m turning red. Lover boy is a boy at the gym who supposedly loves me,
but he isn’t fit or anything like that. He is just like a not very popular person like where ever,
not that I’m popular or anything. I do NOT act the popular type.
“Oh yeah…I um remember you. But I got to go otherwise I will be late for school. Bye!” I
squeak as I run away.
Normally when you are scared or hate someone or whatever, you just blurt out an excuse like
“I will be late for school” or something.
But that was true, cause I AM late for school and Mrs Grapefruit (Yes, that’s her real name,
and its not made up ok) would throw a paddy at you even if you were a millisecond late.
