shoe
thrown in their face. I could feel a little bit of warm blood trickling down my
cheek.
“Why am I bleeding?” I glanced at Peter’s shoe that was
now on the floor by my feet. What was it made of, lead or something? My whole
eye was throbbing.
“It’s only a little cut Charley, and it was your fault.”
Mum raised her eyebrows at me, totally disregarding the fact that I was
bleeding (even if it was minimal).
“Thanks.” I muttered as Mum went back to wrestling with
Peter, just as the door bell rang.
“Oh for goodness sake!” Mum spat as she had no choice but
to let the wriggling Peter out of her grasp. “Whoever it is, they’re going to
get a mouthful. What an inconvenient time!” Mum was muttering to herself as she
stood up to answer the door.
I stood rooted to the spot, clutching my face for dear
life. I could be bleeding to death for all anyone else cared. Mum opened the
door and her muttering immediately stopped. “Hello!” Mum said in a very over
the top kind of way; the kind of way that sent out the message that she was
absolutely thrilled at whoever had popped round at this most ‘convenient’ time
in the morning. “Come in.”
And then I saw Riley’s dad step into our lounge. I was
still stood by the breakfast bar that separates our lounge from the kitchen,
just staring at Mum’s immediate change in mood. She suddenly seemed to be a bit
flustered as she patted her hair down, aware that she hadn’t spent much time on
it this morning.
I didn’t find out exactly what he had come round for
because as soon as he took one look at me, he look horrified. “What happened? I
think she needs some ice on that,” he stared back at Mum. Maybe he thought with
all the shouting and banging she had walloped me one.
“Oh yes, I’ll get something from the freezer.” Mum went
into motherly protective mode and strode to the fridge-freezer. Funny, she
didn’t give a shit about me until someone else had voiced their concern. “Peter
threw his shoe across the room and Charley just happened to be in the way.” Mum
offered the explanation, without noticing that Peter had done a runner and was
nowhere to be seen and his school shoes were abandoned on the floor.
Mum wrapped a tea-towel around a freezer pack and then
pressed it onto my face as though I was five and couldn’t hold it for myself.
“Yeah thanks,” I muttered sarcastically as I pushed her hand away. Bloody hell,
it was really stinging!
“What did you pop round for anyway Simon?” Mum now turned
her back on me. Wow, she was on a first name basis already.
“I just wondered if I could borrow a cup of sugar?” Simon
smiled.
“Of course!” Mum was so over the top in her reply that I
had to leave the room. And everyone thinks that I’m embarrassing. I went and
checked out my face. It was already quite swollen and it looked as though my
eye was bruising already, along with the dried up blood. And to think I do not
get any sympathy around here.
“Simon’s going to give me and Peter a lift to school as
we’re so late now. Do you want one?” Mum was now frantically running a brush
through her hair as Simon waited in the lounge.
“Erm...no.” I shook my head.
“Peter!” Mum shouted up the stairs, just as she was
standing right next to my ear, Great, I was nearly deaf now as well as half
blind. It’s a wonder I’m still sane living here. “Well you make sure you get to
school.” Mum stared at me. Ella had already left and I knew I would be pushing
it to get there on time, even if I left now.
“You want me to go looking like this!” I hissed, whilst
pointing to myself in horror.
“Well you’ve got a hat,” Mum took the hat from my hand
and plonked it on my head. “And wipe that blood off your face and put some
sunglasses on, it’ll be fine.” Mum smiled. Was she for real?
“Write me a note then.” I demanded. “I’m not taking them
off all day and I’ll need a note.”
“Are we ready?” Simon was now standing
thrown in their face. I could feel a little bit of warm blood trickling down my
cheek.
“Why am I bleeding?” I glanced at Peter’s shoe that was
now on the floor by my feet. What was it made of, lead or something? My whole
eye was throbbing.
“It’s only a little cut Charley, and it was your fault.”
Mum raised her eyebrows at me, totally disregarding the fact that I was
bleeding (even if it was minimal).
“Thanks.” I muttered as Mum went back to wrestling with
Peter, just as the door bell rang.
“Oh for goodness sake!” Mum spat as she had no choice but
to let the wriggling Peter out of her grasp. “Whoever it is, they’re going to
get a mouthful. What an inconvenient time!” Mum was muttering to herself as she
stood up to answer the door.
I stood rooted to the spot, clutching my face for dear
life. I could be bleeding to death for all anyone else cared. Mum opened the
door and her muttering immediately stopped. “Hello!” Mum said in a very over
the top kind of way; the kind of way that sent out the message that she was
absolutely thrilled at whoever had popped round at this most ‘convenient’ time
in the morning. “Come in.”
And then I saw Riley’s dad step into our lounge. I was
still stood by the breakfast bar that separates our lounge from the kitchen,
just staring at Mum’s immediate change in mood. She suddenly seemed to be a bit
flustered as she patted her hair down, aware that she hadn’t spent much time on
it this morning.
I didn’t find out exactly what he had come round for
because as soon as he took one look at me, he look horrified. “What happened? I
think she needs some ice on that,” he stared back at Mum. Maybe he thought with
all the shouting and banging she had walloped me one.
“Oh yes, I’ll get something from the freezer.” Mum went
into motherly protective mode and strode to the fridge-freezer. Funny, she
didn’t give a shit about me until someone else had voiced their concern. “Peter
threw his shoe across the room and Charley just happened to be in the way.” Mum
offered the explanation, without noticing that Peter had done a runner and was
nowhere to be seen and his school shoes were abandoned on the floor.
Mum wrapped a tea-towel around a freezer pack and then
pressed it onto my face as though I was five and couldn’t hold it for myself.
“Yeah thanks,” I muttered sarcastically as I pushed her hand away. Bloody hell,
it was really stinging!
“What did you pop round for anyway Simon?” Mum now turned
her back on me. Wow, she was on a first name basis already.
“I just wondered if I could borrow a cup of sugar?” Simon
smiled.
“Of course!” Mum was so over the top in her reply that I
had to leave the room. And everyone thinks that I’m embarrassing. I went and
checked out my face. It was already quite swollen and it looked as though my
eye was bruising already, along with the dried up blood. And to think I do not
get any sympathy around here.
“Simon’s going to give me and Peter a lift to school as
we’re so late now. Do you want one?” Mum was now frantically running a brush
through her hair as Simon waited in the lounge.
“Erm...no.” I shook my head.
“Peter!” Mum shouted up the stairs, just as she was
standing right next to my ear, Great, I was nearly deaf now as well as half
blind. It’s a wonder I’m still sane living here. “Well you make sure you get to
school.” Mum stared at me. Ella had already left and I knew I would be pushing
it to get there on time, even if I left now.
“You want me to go looking like this!” I hissed, whilst
pointing to myself in horror.
“Well you’ve got a hat,” Mum took the hat from my hand
and plonked it on my head. “And wipe that blood off your face and put some
sunglasses on, it’ll be fine.” Mum smiled. Was she for real?
“Write me a note then.” I demanded. “I’m not taking them
off all day and I’ll need a note.”
“Are we ready?” Simon was now standing
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