My Four Decisions - Part 7

My Four Decisions - Part 7

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That night when I had completed unpacking all my clothes and placing all my furniture in my room I felt tired. It was a long day and my eyes looked puffy after all the crying from later on today. I got ready for bed and then walked towards the spare room and landed myself gently on the bed. I then drifted into a deep sleep not realising that I was lying on top of the quilt. I was too tired so I just lay there sleeping.
When I woke up in the morning, I was shocked when I reminded myself that we had moved. It was true, it was still like a complete fantasy to me. I decided to get up and go downstairs to make some breakfast and get an early start on organising more of the furniture and supplies I still had stashed in the corner of my New bedroom! I absolutely adored my new room. I walked into it and the window was glistening from the sun shining on the rainbow tinted glass. I stood in my room mesmerised by the colours painted on the wall by the window and the sun.
After I had seen enough I stumbled, still tired, to the stairs and glided down keeping my hand on the banister to keep me steady. When I got to the bottom I walked to the kitchen feeling slightly more stable. “Mum?” I called wondering if she was up.
“Yes sweetie, you’re finally up, lazy lump!” she smirked and patted me on the back.
“Yup, I guess I am…at least I think I am…” Wondering for a while if I was going crazy…and if I actually just said that…was I awake? Duh! “Wait, never mind….I must be still half asleep.” …I so wasn’t, I was just going crazy!
“Ok darling, I believe you.” she smiled. She didn’t believe me, did she? Huh, so much for a mothers trust.
“Um…do you want me to make breakfast?”
“I already ate sweetie, but you are welcome to cook for yourself.”
“Uh…is there any milk? Cereal?”
“Yes, in the fridge and in the top cupboard.”
“Thanks!” I said in a sarcastic tone. As if I didn’t know where they would be. Well…maybe I would have to search for the cereal…but there was only 6 cupboards…it wouldn’t be so hard. Milk was obvious. Unless I mistake the freezer for the fridge… ugh…I need to stop talking to myself in my head…wait…I’m doing it now…ugh…and again. Ok, quiet starting now.

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My Four Decisions - Part 5 & 6

My four Decisions - Part 5

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I was so amazed. I turned to look at mum who was staring at me trying to read my face expressions.
I gave he a huge smile and said “So…which room is mine?”
“Umm…you can choose!” She said still piercing her eyes toward my face.
“Great!” I sprinted up the stairs in what seemed like five seconds. I looked at all 6 doors stretched out in the landing. I ran toward the first one and opened the door…it was the bathroom…huge! It was probably the biggest one I have seen …ever…like one of those bathrooms you would see on MTV Cribs. It was glistening. I closed the door behind me and ran toward the second door. When I opened the door…I saw it. There it was…my dream room. It was probably 4 times the size of my old room which wasn’t actually that small…until I saw this one anyway. I loved it so much. It had a huge window with a balcony. The weather outside was very hot, I could definitely start sunbathing… although…I didn’t bring a bikini with me. And…wait…a built in wardrobe… “O-M-G, How is this happening?” I stood inside the wardrobe and inhaled….you could smell the scent of new wood. I stepped out and smiled then I turned to look at the other half of the room…another door…I wonder what it could be?…I walked over and turned the handle. It was a bathroom. Not a toilet, an actual bathroom with a bath tub and a shower…and everything!


Part 6

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“Mum! Mum? MUM!” I shouted my mums name as if I was practicing a line for a play…reaching different heights with my tone.
“What’s wrong?” Mum came running up the stairs and into the room.
“How? I mean, how did you afford all of this mum…Its my dream room!”
“Darling, I meant to tell you but I couldn’t find the right time…so here it goes…” She paused, took a sigh and continued, “Well, you see my aunt, Margret, died of Cancer a few weeks ago. And she left me a lot of money in her will.” She smiled but looked slightly sad at the same time.
“That’s great! Oh …wait…I didn’t mean it like that I meant to say it was …great that…well…”
“Darling! I know! It was a shock to me too…and when I saw how much she left us…well…I nearly fainted…” She stared into my eyes. Of course she would nearly faint. It was mum. She was so emotional. I better not take after her… I laughed a silent laugh and said “Yup…that sounds like you mum!”
She laughed and sighed. “Yep. I guess it does. Well, I am going to go and unpack some of the furniture. I’ll let you settle in.”
“Thanks mum! That sounds good…although…were is my bed? I thought you were getting all the furniture delivered here?”
“Oh, I ordered you a new bed and mattress.” She smiled as if she was relieved that I finally stopped using that mattress. I think I had it since I was…about 3 years old.
“Oh…well…were will I sleep?” I asked in a sort of desperate voice.
“You can sleep in the spare room for now. Just until your new bed arrives.” She smirked.
“Ok!” She turned and walked out of my room. “Wait mum… how much did we get?” Referring to the money.
“10 million.” She turned again and walked downstairs.
“Wow!” I said under my breath.
We were rich! …Millionaires! …Ah! I could go visit Sarah now! …Well not now…but soon…or she could come here… This had to be a dream…I pinched myself. “Ouch!” Nope…it wasn’t a dream…it was a fantasy!
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My Four Decisions - Part 4

My Four Decisions - Part 4

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“Jessie? Are you ok darling?” She asked which a gentle expression on her face.
Not this question again…was it the third time I have been asked? “Yup! I am totally awesome!” Again with my lies.
“Good!” She turned in her seat and started the ignition. She didn’t look convinced with my answer. I always thought she could see through my lies. I would have to get better at that. Not that I enjoy lying, it actually pains me to lie.
The rest of the journey was pretty quiet. I slept a good bit of the trip and when I woke up we were just turning into the driveway of a huge modern house. I was confused…was this our house? The new house mum said would be just ‘a bit bigger’…I doubt it. It reached about 5 metres higher than my last house. The house I would always consider my home. I thought about asking mum to pinch me… I thought that maybe I imagined waking up, but I didn’t…right there in front of me was the proof. On the mail box it said “The Matthews’ house”. I was shocked! It was much bigger than Sarah’s house. How in the world could we afford this? Is mum’s new job really that good? I turned towards her in a shocked expression.
“Mum? How?” I was so startled with the shock that I couldn’t say anything more.
“Darling! I got a raise. My boss tripled my wages. I am now receiving 3,000 dollars a month. That’s how I bought… this!”
“But…you… 3,000?” I began to fidget with my fingers, thinking about being rich…or nearly rich anyway. It just hit me, if the outside looks so perfect….what about the inside. “Mum…I’m going to check inside!” I jumped out of the car and ran towards the door. I swiftly unlocked the door and slowly peeked through the side that was just the slightest bit open. Why was I hesitating? It was …my house!
I opened the door more hurriedly this time and stepped into the hallway. It was long and beautiful. Even though it was empty, it looked like a palace and I would be the princess. Ha, as if that would ever happen…but still …I did feel a bit like royalty.
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My Four Decisions - Part 3

My Four Decisions - Part 3

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I finally reached my house. Or should I say, ‘Old house’. My mum was waiting in the driveway with all the boxes packed and tightly packed in the back of the car.
“Where on earth have you been young missy? I was worried sick!” She threw at me in a harsh, angry tone.
“I was just saying good bye to Sarah!”
“What? Why didn’t you tell me? I have been waiting here for over 40 minutes thinking of the most awful things a mother could ever think of… and you just say all of that so calmly as if it doesn’t worry you that I am practically having a panic attack! And…”
I stopped listening after a while…I couldn’t get it out of my mind that I was leaving the one place I thought of as home. My home, the home to all my friends. And now I was moving away with my crazy mother which I could have sworn by this stage was on the edge to having a mental breakdown.
“Are you listening to me Jessica Leanne Matthews! I am not going to put up with this any longer! You never Listen to me!”
“Mom! Stop it! I am listening to you! I just couldn’t tell you. It was a spur of the moment decision! I’m sorry! But it was the last chance I get to talk to her ‘face to face’ for a while.”
“Its ok. I should have guessed you’d run off to Sarah!” She sighed and rolled her eyes.
Wait…what was that supposed to mean? ‘I should have guessed…’ ..Am I that predictable? Do I always run to Sarah?…No…I couldn’t let myself think that…although it was probably true.
That was the last thing my mum said to me until we were in the car ready to go.

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My Four Decisions - Story 1 - Part 1

I hope you enjoy my first story on this blog. It is taking me a while to finish. Its quite long. :)

My four Decisions - Part 1

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The day I moved. Probably one of the best and worst choices of my life. Why? It’s a long story. I’ll start from the beginning.
I had just finished packing my personal belongings when my mum called from the bottom of the stairs.
“Jessica, are you nearly finished packing? You know it will take us a long time to get there and we need to get there …before 7:00pm.” My mum said in a worried tone.
I replied, “Don’t worry mum. I just finished. I will be down in a sec.”
I stumbled across my room trying to dodge the boxes sitting on the floor. I reached my window and impatiently yanked the window open. I felt almost as if I was going to cry, thinking of how I would miss my friends and this house. Then I looked across the garden and spotted the little rose tree which me and my best friend Sarah planted when we were only 7 years old. A tear welled up in my eye and ran down my cheek. She, Sarah was my best friend. Would I forget her? Would she forget me? They were the only thoughts that ran through my head. How could I move? How could my mum have accepted the new job? Did she not think of how it would effect me?
At that very minute I grabbed my bag and ran straight for my bedroom door. I stumbled down my stairs realising my vision was blurry from the tears which sat in my eyes. My mum heard me on the stairs and walked out from the living room into the hall. I tried to stop the tears from streaming down my face but it was too late, she saw me crying.

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