his tea!”
I sometimes think that my mum is seriously disorganised. Me, myself, I like things to be orderly. I’m always tidying my desk and making out lists of Things to be Done. But it seems like I’m the only one in my family.
After I’d helped with the pie and done the washing up, including all the stuff left over from earlier, Mum said we might as well get the lunch-boxes ready for tomorrow.
“Save the rush in the morning.”
I said, “Mu-u-um, I’m trying to do my homework!”
“Oh, very well,” said Mum. “If you don’t want to help. As if I don’t have enough to do! I’d hoped to be able to put my feet up at some stage.”
I looked at Mum and she did look frazzled. I know it wears her out, all the work she has to do. So we made up the lunch-boxes and I did some more washing up, and then, because poor Mum was obviously worn out, I told her to go and sit down and I’d make her a cup of tea; but when I took the tea into the other room I found her struggling with Dad’s oxygen cylinder, trying todrag it out from the bedroom. I ran straight over to help her. Dad’s oxygen cylinder, which he has to use if his breathing gets extra bad, is really really heavy. Between us, we managed to lug it across the hall and into the lounge.
We were both panting, though not as much as Dad. I suppose I ought to be used to it by now, but I’m always secretly terrified that maybe one day he just won’t be able to breathe at all.
Naturally, with all the racket going on, Sammy woke up. He came pattering out in his pyjamas, wanting to know what was happening. Seconds later, the Terrible Two appeared. By the time I’d got them all back to bed, and Dad was breathing better with his oxygen mask, it was nearly ten o’clock and I was just feeling too tired to concentrate on fractions. The homework had to be handed in next morning. What was I going to tell Shay???
Today I told that Karina girl where to get off. Some people just can’t take a hint, I had to yell at her in the end. Then you should have seen her go! But really she must have a hide like an elephant. You tell a person to shove off, you can’t make it much plainer.
SHOVE OFF YOU DORK YOU’RE NOT WANTED!
She’s still hanging around, but I reckon she’s starting to get the message. If she hasn’t gone by the end of next week – well! She’ll get what’s coming to her.
Had a long talk with Spice. Told her to pull her finger out and stop trying to bring herself down to the same level as the rest of the morons. What’s it matter if they call her names? Names can’t hurt you. Anyway, they won’t be calling her anything so long as I’m here. Anyone calls her names while I’m there, they’ll get my fist in their gob. Yeah, and that includes Brett Thomas. What a gorilla!
And that stupidJoolyer and her sappy little friend. Prinking and prancing. I told Spice, they’re just a load of dumbos. She’s gotta get her act together! She said she would, but she’s not gotta lotta bottle. God knows what’ll happen when I’m not there. Still, that’s her problem. She’ll have to learn to fight her own battles – I can’t be around all the time.
I dunno why I bother, really. What’s it to me if she ends up like the rest of ’em? Be easier just to let her get on with it. She’s nothing to me! This time next year I won’t even remember who she was. But I just CANT STAND IT when a load of mindless blobs go round guzzling and slurping and GOBBLING UP anyone that’s got a bit of brain. It DISGUSTS me, to tell the truth. That’s why the Karina girl has gotta go. Not just cos she’s in the way, though she is in the way (but not for long. I got her number!) but because she’s like a leech. Except instead of sucking blood, she sucks brain.
I’ve watched her! She thinks it’s really funny when Spice turns in one line of homework and calls it an essay. Yay! That’s great! That’s really amusing, that is. Another bit of brain down the toilet. If she
I sometimes think that my mum is seriously disorganised. Me, myself, I like things to be orderly. I’m always tidying my desk and making out lists of Things to be Done. But it seems like I’m the only one in my family.
After I’d helped with the pie and done the washing up, including all the stuff left over from earlier, Mum said we might as well get the lunch-boxes ready for tomorrow.
“Save the rush in the morning.”
I said, “Mu-u-um, I’m trying to do my homework!”
“Oh, very well,” said Mum. “If you don’t want to help. As if I don’t have enough to do! I’d hoped to be able to put my feet up at some stage.”
I looked at Mum and she did look frazzled. I know it wears her out, all the work she has to do. So we made up the lunch-boxes and I did some more washing up, and then, because poor Mum was obviously worn out, I told her to go and sit down and I’d make her a cup of tea; but when I took the tea into the other room I found her struggling with Dad’s oxygen cylinder, trying todrag it out from the bedroom. I ran straight over to help her. Dad’s oxygen cylinder, which he has to use if his breathing gets extra bad, is really really heavy. Between us, we managed to lug it across the hall and into the lounge.
We were both panting, though not as much as Dad. I suppose I ought to be used to it by now, but I’m always secretly terrified that maybe one day he just won’t be able to breathe at all.
Naturally, with all the racket going on, Sammy woke up. He came pattering out in his pyjamas, wanting to know what was happening. Seconds later, the Terrible Two appeared. By the time I’d got them all back to bed, and Dad was breathing better with his oxygen mask, it was nearly ten o’clock and I was just feeling too tired to concentrate on fractions. The homework had to be handed in next morning. What was I going to tell Shay???
Today I told that Karina girl where to get off. Some people just can’t take a hint, I had to yell at her in the end. Then you should have seen her go! But really she must have a hide like an elephant. You tell a person to shove off, you can’t make it much plainer.
SHOVE OFF YOU DORK YOU’RE NOT WANTED!
She’s still hanging around, but I reckon she’s starting to get the message. If she hasn’t gone by the end of next week – well! She’ll get what’s coming to her.
Had a long talk with Spice. Told her to pull her finger out and stop trying to bring herself down to the same level as the rest of the morons. What’s it matter if they call her names? Names can’t hurt you. Anyway, they won’t be calling her anything so long as I’m here. Anyone calls her names while I’m there, they’ll get my fist in their gob. Yeah, and that includes Brett Thomas. What a gorilla!
And that stupidJoolyer and her sappy little friend. Prinking and prancing. I told Spice, they’re just a load of dumbos. She’s gotta get her act together! She said she would, but she’s not gotta lotta bottle. God knows what’ll happen when I’m not there. Still, that’s her problem. She’ll have to learn to fight her own battles – I can’t be around all the time.
I dunno why I bother, really. What’s it to me if she ends up like the rest of ’em? Be easier just to let her get on with it. She’s nothing to me! This time next year I won’t even remember who she was. But I just CANT STAND IT when a load of mindless blobs go round guzzling and slurping and GOBBLING UP anyone that’s got a bit of brain. It DISGUSTS me, to tell the truth. That’s why the Karina girl has gotta go. Not just cos she’s in the way, though she is in the way (but not for long. I got her number!) but because she’s like a leech. Except instead of sucking blood, she sucks brain.
I’ve watched her! She thinks it’s really funny when Spice turns in one line of homework and calls it an essay. Yay! That’s great! That’s really amusing, that is. Another bit of brain down the toilet. If she
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