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09/10/2012 Gill James http://www.gilljames.co.uk/

“That will do nicely,” said Thomas.

Janine twirled round once more and then glided to the side of the ice-rink.  

“Well,” she said. “Can I join the team?”

Thomas sighed. “You know I’d love to have you,” he said “But unless one of your parents signs the consent form we just can’t do it. I daren’t risk it. I could lose my job if I let you come along on Saturday.”

It was so not fair! Janine’s mum was away on business again and her dad was goodness knows where. Neither she nor her mum had seen him ore heard anything form him since he’d walked out on them three years ago.

“Can’t my nan sign the form?” said Janine.

“No, I’m afraid not, said Thomas.

“What if she writes my mum’s name?”

“Janine! Don’t even think it. Anyway she wouldn’t.”

No, well he was right there. Nan could be just as mean as her mum. That was the trouble. They were all mean. Even Thomas. Well, no. That wasn’t fair. Thomas was really nice, actually. He wasn’t as old as the teachers at school. More like a big brohter.

 “Go on then. You’d better get ready,” said Thomas. “Your nan will be here in a minute.”

Too right. Janine sighed. She’d have to finish her homework and go to bed early.  

 “Hey, Thomas, what time is it on Saturday?” called a voice.  

Lucy Summer. She’d be going to the competition instead of her. Not fair!     

 

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Comment by Stacia Maiorani on October 9, 2012 at 3:35

Zakea and Tony, American International School, HCMC, Vietnam.

Janine dragged herself down the stairs. She felt distressed and regretful. Maybe if she tried harder at school and received a better report then her mum would have signed the form, agreeing to let her play for the school’s Ice Hockey team, the Ice Blacks. She had always dreamed to play for the school’s team since she started attending at Greeton Village Secondary.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart,” my nan’s familiar voice called from her rusty van. I slumped myself into the back of the van.

“Teenage mood swings,” my nan sighed. She started the engine and headed home. After an uncomfortably long silence, my nan shattered it.

”Come on, are you going to be this moody all night,” said my nan. My anger and stress couldn’t stay in anymore. My feelings burst out like it wasn’t me talking. My anger erupted and exploded at my nan in angry words. She was silent. You could see in her face that she was still processing what I had just said. I couldn’t believe those words came out from my mouth. I felt nervous.

What is she thinking? What will she say? Will she be sympathetic? Will she yell at me?

 

Comment by John Iona on October 9, 2012 at 10:15

Nan looked at me, I could tell something was wrong by the look in her eyes it was as if she felt sympathy for me. I don't know why she would even care about me after what I said to her. I couldn't even believe those words even came out of my mouth, it was terrible how dare I tell her to shut up and go get a life. I wish I could have said that in a more reasonable way but its hard after you just found out only 24 hours ago that the person that you used to call dad isn't who you think he is. The man who I have been seeing maybe once every year turns out he is not my real father. I always knew there was something wrong but until now I never knew for certain.

 

Oliver Cant & Nisrine Hijazi

Oasis Academy Enfield

Comment by N Francis on October 9, 2012 at 10:51
Surprisingly Nan didn’t say anything. She simply turned her head and concentrated on the road. The thing I found unfair, is that everyone had lied to me for my entire life and now because of my parents mistakes I couldn’t do something as simple as joining the school ice hockey team.

When we arrived back home I ran upstairs to my room in the attic, slammed the door and slumped to the ground, and stared at the blank wall in front of me. I put my head in my hands, and started to cry. Large salty tears streamed down my face. My body was running wild with strong heartfelt emotions. Frustration, sadness and guilt filled my soul.

Half an hour later, Nan called me for dinner. It was my favourite spaghetti Bolognese with cheese and garlic bread. A single lone tear trickled down my cheek; I quickly wiped it away with the back of my hand. I felt so guilty for yelling at Nan like that, it was so obvious she had been trying really hard to bring me up the best way she could, despite my condition.

Emma Lewis & Anna Doran
St. Benedict’s Catholic school. Bury St Edmunds, UK.
Comment by Siobhan Hawke on October 9, 2012 at 12:07

After 20 minutes of prodding and playing with my food, the door bell rang, giving me a shock which jolted me upwards,tipping my lukewarm supper over the wicker chair I was sitting on. "I'll get it," I grunted into my empty bowl. Shuffling over to the door I begrudgingly opened it to a tall man with brown, curly hair, with piercingly blue eyes. In a low voice the man asked, "Janine?" I slammed the door in his face, petrifide at the fact that it was my father.

 

Ciaran, Ben, Adam and Lily

St Augustine's Catholic College, Trowbridge, Wiltshire, UK.

Comment by Lynne Coppendale on October 9, 2012 at 13:09

 “Janine?” he cried. “Give me one more chance,”

“Who is it?” called Nan.

“It’s… my D…dad” I Stuttered, tears rolling down my cheeks, my heart pumping at a terrific speed. My nan grabbed hold of me as she pulled me away from the door and hid me from site.

“Let me in, I’ve changed” he said frustrated.

“You killed someone!” Nan yelled. “You’re a murderer!” She signalled me to hide upstairs, whilst Nan ran to the basement. The window smashed and glass peppered the ground. I heard heavy boots stamp up the stairs. I clutched Mr Cuddles, my number one teddy. He burst into my room and grabbed hold of me.

“You’re coming with me!” he demanded.

“If you think I’m going with a man who steals cars and runs people over whilst drunk, you’ve got another thing coming!” I shouted with anger.

“Who’s going to stop me?” He sniggered…

 

Michael, Lewis, Harry, Kayley-May. Danum Academy. UK.

Comment by Allison Painich on October 9, 2012 at 16:42
He bound my feet and hands together with a rope that burned into my flesh. Duct tape ripped through the skin on my face keeping me from screaming for help. As he threw me over his shoulder and carried my down the stairs, I caught a glimpse of my nan unconscious on the couch. He opened the van and put me in the very back, covered with a blanket. I was terrified, not knowing what this man, my so-called father, was going to do to me. He drove like a maniac, speeding and swerving all over the road. Just as he slammed on the brakes....

The director yelled, "Cut! We will resume filming at 8 am."

Allison
Carmel Hill Fund
Monroe, Louisiana, USA

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