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A Taster of GCSE

Since nothing (and I mean nothing) interesting has happened I have decided to post a snippet of my GCSE story...enjoy! It's boring but ... meh

"Have a nice day at school Melanie!" she said, bent over the kitchen stove. "See you later Karen," came my reply. This was our usual conversation as we parted ways each morning. Really, what else can you say to someone like Karen Bates the driest woman in London and resident step-mum of the Cartwright household. Nothing. So that's why as normal I shut the door behind me and tottered along to the bus stop. When she first moved in with us I always used to worry if I should say something else rather than, "see you later Karen." Maybe I should say, "you too Karen!" or even, "you too Mum!" But she was never a "Mum" to me, she was always "Karen". So as I waited at the bus-stop I wondered if anything would be different today. If anything would change from its usual routine. I got on the bus and looked around, nope. No excitement yet. I entered school with caution because you never know, my wish might actually come true. But no. I walked over to a short, brunette with glasses and small feet. Her name was Amelia Brownstone and she was my best friend. We chatted for a while about the usual things, homework, sport, boys and annoying parent's etcetera. We went into classes where I was taught about things I would supposedly use later in life and even if I didn't use it, it would be useful to learn now, so I should put as much enthusiasm into learning it as I can because that way I'll get the most out of it. It's what they tell us every day. The day passed quickly without much in the way of interesting to account for. I returned to the house frustrated and dashed up the stairs into the comfort of my bedroom. "Why doesn't anything change around here?" I thought. "It's so boring. Ever since that dull woman came along everything seemed grey and just plain dull. When mum was alive...life was vibrant. Colourful. Wonderful." I cuddled up to my teddy bear Winona and she hugged me back. Our warm embrace was broken when I heard the front door open and then slam. I rushed down the stairs to greet my father with a hug. He smelt of mint and aftershave and everything that was right in the world, so I smothered my face into his chest. "Mel you're crushing me." I stepped away from him. "Is that Winona? Mel, sweetheart you're fifteen years old.""So?" He smiled at me. The smile only a loving father can give." So just keep her out of the kitchen where she can't get dirty 'kay?""Yeah, okay.""John, darling!" Karen came bursting out of the kitchen ruining the moment. Typical Karen, I thought, cannot bear to see her John having a conversation with his only child, no. she must have him all to herself. Selfish cow. I left you in the kitchen this morning why can't you just stay there. I glared at them while they talked and laughed and I made my way back up to my room, mouthing at my dad, I'm watching you. He saw me and ignored me as he continued to talk and laugh with Karen. I put my bear back where it belonged and heard Karen calling me to dinner. I went down the stairs to be greeted with the smell of spaghetti bolognaise. Oh yes, Karen's culinary skills were superior to that of Jamie Oliver. Not. I sat down in my usual place between Karen and Dad, and we played Happy Family for about thirty minutes talking about Karen's job at the plant research centre and my Dad's job at a chemical laboratory. I have always wondered how these two opposites were able to say, "I do," without arguing over the pro's and con's of the world industry of science or whatever else is important in their careers.

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