'There he was just walking down the
All this random stuff
Was coming out his mouth
I just wanted to scream out
SHUT UP, JUST SHUT UP, SHUT
But being the person I was
All I did was say
Please be quiet, you're giving me a
I was listening to the unknown
artist on my iPod. I was walking with the earphones in my ears
while my best friend, Andrew, was babbling on how he met this guy
that was so cute. Andrew and I have been best friend since we
were little but it was only when I had tried to give him a kiss
he blurted out he was gay to me. It was cool having a gay best
friend. He kept explaining all the details about the guy but I
wasn't really listening.Barbie girl came on in the background; I
realized it was Andrew's phone. He really needed to change his
Andrew* Hello dudes
I realized it was his best friends
who weren't gay.
Andrew* Yes, she is here
They were asking about me but I
couldn't hear anything they were saying. Why did Andrew have to
have the call volume on low?
Andrew* Ok, we will see you guys
later tonight. 19 Mangenic Street, 10pm.
He hung up his phone. 19 Mangenic
Street? Why did that street sound familiar to me. Just as we were
working it out, we stood outside my house. That was when I
realized that the street was my street and my house was number
19. What did Andrew organize without my permission? I glared at
Andrew but he had gone back into his lovey dovey gay world again,
so he didn't notice my death glare.
I absolutely hate him when he plans
things without my consent. I unlocked my front door and slammed
the door shut. "Comes on babes, let me in." I opened the door on
the chain so I could see him but he couldn't get in. "Andrew,
no-one is coming into my house because of all the fragile that
got broken last time." My great-great-great grandmother's vase
had been broken, and that was irreplaceable. "Come on baby, you
know how many of my boys are coming." I would usually faint when
I heard boys were coming to my house but I have changed since
"No Andrew. No-one is coming in,
that includes you. NOW GET OUT MY HOUSE!" I screamed at him. I
pushed him out the door and slammed it shut. I locked the front
door and rushed to the back door to lock that too. I put double
on lock on all windows and triple lock on the doors. I closed all
curtains. I ran up to my room, had a shower. I wrapped by robe
around me. While my hair was drying naturally, I ran around the
house hiding all the fragiles in my parents bedroom.
when are you coming home? I really miss you, I want you and daddy
to come home and protect me from the press outside the house" My
mum and dad had gone out for a date night, leaving me on my own.
I was bored out of my mind. I kept calling my mummy and daddy but
they only just answered the phone.
trying to do some of my homework but the press outside the house
were bugging me too much. I hated the press, ever since the press
found out I was a child who wasn't just human but another
species, they harassed me. I looked out my window and could see
my mother's car pulling up in the drive opposite the house. I ran
downstairs, ready to open the door for my parents to rush in. But
instead of the secret knock, I heard a gunshot. I opened my front
door to see my mother lying on the concrete, with blood flooding
the ground around her.
was holding a gun but when he stepped into the light, I saw it
was a young boy. "Mummy? Please, wake up!" I walked outside. I
ignored all the stares from the press. I heard another gunshot
but someone stood in my way. The boy was aiming for me. The
person fell next to my mummy. It was daddy. "DADDY! MUMMY!" I
screamed and cried all night. I saw the boy run away before the
police could catch him. The press all gathered, taking pictures.
I screamed at them all to go get a life. Only a few women stuck
around, they comforted me. The police and the ambulance finally
please, tell us, are these your parents?" One of the policemen
asked me. I nodded not trusting my voice. "I am afraid to tell
you but Elizabeth and Edward Harrington are not your real
parents. But I can confirm they are now dead." I blacked
up in my bedroom, with a will and money spread around my room. My
parents who brought me up weren't really my parents. They brought
me up so they will always be known as my parents.
I locked every fragile in the
untouched bedroom since that night. I locked every bedroom except
my own. I ran back downstairs into the kitchen. I opened the
cellar door and got all the alcohol out and onto the counter. All
the plastic cups were spread across the counters. Junk food was
set on plates around the kitchen. I looked at the clock. It was
9pm. I rushed back upstairs to my bedroom.
I searched through my wardrobe till
I found the perfect outfit. It was a purple mini dress which has
sequins going down in a block line between the boobs. I had some
black and red shoes which were stilettos so I wore them as well.
I searched through my jewellery box and found a cold chunk
bracelet, a pair of hanging black diamond earrings and a lilac
I looked at my clock again. I had 15
minutes to do my hair and makeup. I did my eyes in a smoky
fashion with dark pink lipstick. My hair had dried into curls so
I left it like that. I grabbed my phone and locked my bedroom
door on the way out. Everything was set up now. I opened all the
curtains, opened the windows. I unlocked my back door and front
door. Cranked up the party music and at 10pm, people started
filing down the street. It was time to party!