After getting there sweets, they decided to call it a day. As they were walking back home, the girls were gossiping about how their day had gone. “Did you see that?! He paid for me!” Grace whispered to them, so excitedly, she looked like she was about to burst. “Yes, we know! You have been talking about it for the last five minutes!” They both laughed. “Oh I’m sorry, it’s just so amazing!” She said, smiling like she had never had before. They had arrived at Amelia’s house where the girls would be staying for the night. “Well, here we are. We will see you some other time then.” Daniel said, as the three girls walking up the path towards the house. “Yes, we hope so.” They smiled and walked in the door. “Well that was fun.” Daniel said, taking his last sweet and eating it. “Yes, I suppose it was.” Jonathan replied, “Anyway, I’ve got to get home. I’ll probably see you two tomorrow. Bye!” He waved before walked off into the direction of his own house. “Me too. Bye.” Tommy said quickly, scurrying off after him. “Bye then.” Daniel pulled a face before crossing the road to his house.
“I’m back Mother!” Daniel shouted upstairs to his Mother. He took his shoes off and walked into the lounge. His brothers Alfred and George were playing a board game whilst his sister Marissa was reading. “Did you have a good time?” Marissa asked - it seemed like she was the only one who noticed him. “Yes I did. So, did anything interesting happen whilst I was out?” An interested Daniel asked her. He slumped on the sofa next to her. “Not really, just Mother complaining about her throat or something.” She replied.
“Well is she alright?” Daniel gave a worried look. “Yes, she’s fine. Don’t worry.” She smiled comfortingly. “I wasn’t worried! I was just asking, because that’s what you’re meant to do, so it looks like you’re worried. You know.” Daniel explained unconvincingly. “Whatever you say.” Marissa said, laughing slightly. She closed her book and got up to walk out of the room.
The other two boys were playing chess and it was George’s turn. “Erm, I think I’ll move here.” George explained as he moved his Queen a space, taking one of Alfred’s pieces. “Yes! Ha!” George celebrated, doing a little victory dance. “That’s not fair! You can’t move it there!” Alfred said, looking really disappointed and angry too. “Er, I think you’ll find a I can!” George replied, shocked at how childish he was being, “If you don’t believe me, then ask Danny.” Daniel looked up at the sound of his name. “Ask me what?” He asked. “Can I move this piece here?” George said, sounding pretty confident.
“Yes you can.” Daniel said, agreeing with George. “See!?” George said boasting. By this point, Alfred was very frustrated and nearly crying: “Oh, just leave me alone!” He stormed out the room but George grabbed his arm. “What is your problem? It’s only a game!” “Get off me!” Alfred managed to free his arm from George’s grip. George just stood there, watching him walk away, kind of feeling sorry for him.
Hours passed, and everything was normal that night, so far. Alfred was still in his room and the others were downstairs. “So what are we going to do tonight Mother?” Olivia asked. “Well, I thought we could have our own little quiz night, with activities and everything! What do you think!?” Jennifer replied, smiling as she said it. “That sounds great! Do you want help setting everything up?” Olivia offered kindly. “There will be no need dear, everything is already set up, but thank you anyway! Now is everyone here?” She looked around and spotted that Alfred wasn’t in the room. “Where’s Alfred?” She asked. “Oh, I think I upset him earlier. I’ll go and get him.” He gave a weak smile, and then strolled up the thin, wooden stairs up to Alfred.
When he reached the door to Alfred’s room, he knocked once, before Alfred opened it. “Come to boast again?” Alfred said, waiting for the answer ‘Yes’.
“No actually. Mother wants you downstairs because she’s doing something.”
George replied, trying not to upset him again. Alfred didn’t bother to answer him, he just pushed past him, and went down the stairs. George followed him. The activities went on for a few hours before they decided to call it a night, and they all went to bed.
It was about two o’clock in the morning when Charles was awoken by the violent coughing from his Mother. He lifted himself up from his bed and tried to open his sleepy eyes. He looked around to see if George was awake too, but he wasn’t in his bed. Then he heard George with his Mother, trying to comfort her. He could just make out what he was saying. “Okay, maybe we should take you to the doctor or something. I’ll get Olivia, and then I’ll drive you there.” What was going on? Charles had noticed his Mother looking a little rougher than normal, but she seemed fine yesterday. Charles heard footsteps passing his room and going into the next. “Olivia. Olivia!” George was trying his hardest not to shout, but he was so worried about his Mother that he couldn’t help it. “What!? It’s two in the morning!” She replied, half asleep. “It’s Mother, she’s really ill and I need to take her to the hospital. You’ve got to stay here and look after the others.” He said calmly.
Olivia looked shocked, but remained calm. “Okay, you just do what you’ve got to do.” Charles couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about his Mother. He heard his Mother and George hobbling out the door and driving away. He prayed she was going to be okay.
“I’m back Mother!” Daniel shouted upstairs to his Mother. He took his shoes off and walked into the lounge. His brothers Alfred and George were playing a board game whilst his sister Marissa was reading. “Did you have a good time?” Marissa asked - it seemed like she was the only one who noticed him. “Yes I did. So, did anything interesting happen whilst I was out?” An interested Daniel asked her. He slumped on the sofa next to her. “Not really, just Mother complaining about her throat or something.” She replied.
“Well is she alright?” Daniel gave a worried look. “Yes, she’s fine. Don’t worry.” She smiled comfortingly. “I wasn’t worried! I was just asking, because that’s what you’re meant to do, so it looks like you’re worried. You know.” Daniel explained unconvincingly. “Whatever you say.” Marissa said, laughing slightly. She closed her book and got up to walk out of the room.
The other two boys were playing chess and it was George’s turn. “Erm, I think I’ll move here.” George explained as he moved his Queen a space, taking one of Alfred’s pieces. “Yes! Ha!” George celebrated, doing a little victory dance. “That’s not fair! You can’t move it there!” Alfred said, looking really disappointed and angry too. “Er, I think you’ll find a I can!” George replied, shocked at how childish he was being, “If you don’t believe me, then ask Danny.” Daniel looked up at the sound of his name. “Ask me what?” He asked. “Can I move this piece here?” George said, sounding pretty confident.
“Yes you can.” Daniel said, agreeing with George. “See!?” George said boasting. By this point, Alfred was very frustrated and nearly crying: “Oh, just leave me alone!” He stormed out the room but George grabbed his arm. “What is your problem? It’s only a game!” “Get off me!” Alfred managed to free his arm from George’s grip. George just stood there, watching him walk away, kind of feeling sorry for him.
Hours passed, and everything was normal that night, so far. Alfred was still in his room and the others were downstairs. “So what are we going to do tonight Mother?” Olivia asked. “Well, I thought we could have our own little quiz night, with activities and everything! What do you think!?” Jennifer replied, smiling as she said it. “That sounds great! Do you want help setting everything up?” Olivia offered kindly. “There will be no need dear, everything is already set up, but thank you anyway! Now is everyone here?” She looked around and spotted that Alfred wasn’t in the room. “Where’s Alfred?” She asked. “Oh, I think I upset him earlier. I’ll go and get him.” He gave a weak smile, and then strolled up the thin, wooden stairs up to Alfred.
When he reached the door to Alfred’s room, he knocked once, before Alfred opened it. “Come to boast again?” Alfred said, waiting for the answer ‘Yes’.
“No actually. Mother wants you downstairs because she’s doing something.”
George replied, trying not to upset him again. Alfred didn’t bother to answer him, he just pushed past him, and went down the stairs. George followed him. The activities went on for a few hours before they decided to call it a night, and they all went to bed.
It was about two o’clock in the morning when Charles was awoken by the violent coughing from his Mother. He lifted himself up from his bed and tried to open his sleepy eyes. He looked around to see if George was awake too, but he wasn’t in his bed. Then he heard George with his Mother, trying to comfort her. He could just make out what he was saying. “Okay, maybe we should take you to the doctor or something. I’ll get Olivia, and then I’ll drive you there.” What was going on? Charles had noticed his Mother looking a little rougher than normal, but she seemed fine yesterday. Charles heard footsteps passing his room and going into the next. “Olivia. Olivia!” George was trying his hardest not to shout, but he was so worried about his Mother that he couldn’t help it. “What!? It’s two in the morning!” She replied, half asleep. “It’s Mother, she’s really ill and I need to take her to the hospital. You’ve got to stay here and look after the others.” He said calmly.
Olivia looked shocked, but remained calm. “Okay, you just do what you’ve got to do.” Charles couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn’t stop thinking about his Mother. He heard his Mother and George hobbling out the door and driving away. He prayed she was going to be okay.
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived by his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived by his elderly father, Pop Tart.
Shaun
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable love as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.
It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.
Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.
She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.
I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable love as she told her something.
Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.
Shaun
About an hour after she called me, I was still sitting there. Unresponsive.
The phone rang again. I forced myself to pick it up.
It was Serena. She was crying.
"I couldn't do it," she said, before hanging up again.
Serena
I couldn't do it. As soon as I was out of the clinic, I drove home. When I'd parked my car, I couldn't hold the tears back.
I looked up, shocked. I had gone to my mother's house.
I stumbled out of the car, and my mother came running out. I collapsed in her warm arms, still sobbing.
Kate
I hear my daughter. Crying. I run outside, and hug my angel, my little angel.
I don't try to make her tell me what's wrong. She'll tell me when she wants to. I know her that well.
About an hour after she called me, I was still sitting there. Unresponsive.
The phone rang again. I forced myself to pick it up.
It was Serena. She was crying.
"I couldn't do it," she said, before hanging up again.
Serena
I couldn't do it. As soon as I was out of the clinic, I drove home. When I'd parked my car, I couldn't hold the tears back.
I looked up, shocked. I had gone to my mother's house.
I stumbled out of the car, and my mother came running out. I collapsed in her warm arms, still sobbing.
Kate
I hear my daughter. Crying. I run outside, and hug my angel, my little angel.
I don't try to make her tell me what's wrong. She'll tell me when she wants to. I know her that well.
Shaun
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, you know you want to" chocolate brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and said she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.
Three months later, we were apparently "an item".
She had me twisted around her little finger. She could have made me jump in front of a bus, all that was needed was one look from her "love me, you know you want to" chocolate brown eyes.
I paid attention to her every move, her every word.
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When I first told her I loved her, I was expecting rejection, but she surprised me. She kissed me, and said she loved me too. The sun revolved around where she stood.
Nothing else mattered.