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Sunday, 16 August 2009
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I've almost got my first e-book ready for launch. It's a book for 9-11 years, you can download it for £4.99. It will be avaliable shortly on my website http://skills4u.terapad.com excerpt will be avaliable soon.
I have done some writing lately, amongst other things. I've written a short piece called You Cheated.
It went like this:
Short Story
You Cheated
My hand trembled as I reached under Jason’s side of the bed, I had never felt so nervous and alone. My stomach churned. All I could think about was what I suspected he’d done. Last night I was sure I’d seen a pair of pink knickers under the bed that were not mine. I hated pink. I couldn’t stand it, especially because they were fluorescent. My heart jumped and I sobbed heavily as I pulled the disgusting coloured, frilly thong from under the bed. My worst fears had been confirmed. Jason had cheated.
Everywhere I looked in the bedroom I saw him. The wardrobe had his shirt hanging on the doorknob, his slippers were on the carpet. I sobbed as my heart broke at the sight. I had loved him, however I didn’t think he’d ever had feelings for me.
I collapsed into a heap on the white carpet, and tried to bite back the tears that flowed. I felt useless. My under eyes would be mascara stained, Jason used to call me “Panda” when my makeup ran. Of course that produced another gut wrenching sob.
I gazed at my refection in the mirror and tried to fix my blonde hair, my brown eyes were red and rubbing at the mascara seemed to be making it much worse.
Suddenly, I had an urge to break the mirror or to smash something. My blood boiled and my brain was geared towards revenge. I saw the photo of us at the seaside.
I remembered him wearing his “I’m with gorgeous” T-shirt, we had laughed, played, kissed and touched. My face contorted. I picked up the photo and threw it at the wall. A ear piercing crash sounded as it smashed. I found the sound eerily satisfying.
When the anger started to disperse I was all of a sudden left with an empty feeling. A bit like all my emotions had got up and left. I threw the hideous knickers in the bin and stalked out the bedroom door. It was then that the phone rang.
“Hello.” I said as I picked up the receiver. I tried to sound as normal as possible.
“Sally?” Said a male voice. I had absolutely no idea who would be calling at this late hour.
“Speaking.”
“This is Dunstable Police department. I’m sorry to call at this late hour…”
I couldn’t prepare myself for what he said next. My hand shook as I held the receiver. Apparently Jason had stolen money from a shop in the town centre. I couldn’t believe it. Actually, as I thought about what he had done to me, it made me realize how awful he was.
After the phone call had ended, at first I thought I should sit down with a mug of tea. However instead I pulled on my shoes and went out the front door. I walked out into the street, the fresh air seemed to calm me slightly and there was no one around. I lost myself in my own thoughts. They were mostly thoughts of Jason, why had he stolen cash? What was he going to buy? Maybe a ring for his new lady friend? I was so bitter and so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t see the figure walking towards me. Suddenly I looked up and almost ran back towards the house. It was Jason. He was carrying a bag of shopping. I didn’t read the logo on the bag, or notice his shocked expression, as if he was concerned about the fact I was outside at eleven at night. I walked up to him and I clenched my teeth together and spat,
“How dare you!”
“Sally? I’ve just walked a mile from the bus stop. What’s wrong?” I almost screamed. He did this to me and he’s acting like nothing is wrong.
“You! You sicken me! I know what you have been up to! Don’t you act like nothing is wrong.” Jason looked angry.
“I walked to the bus stop earlier! I went miles out of town to buy you a present, but maybe I shouldn’t have bothered! I have just got back after going to Football training.”
“W-what? But the police said you’d stolen money from a shop in town…”
“There is such a thing as a prank call.”
“Oh…” Now I recognized that voice. It had been Jimmy, he liked playing tricks like that. He probably did it for a laugh.
“I’ll kill Jimmy.” I sobbed looking down at the drain, I didn’t dare look at Jason.
His eyes were angry. However he then looked concerned again.
“This isn’t just about the call. Is it?”
I shook my head meekly.
“What is it about then?”
I shrugged my shoulders and sniffed.
Jason took me into an embrace.
“Whatever it is we can work it out Hon.”
I sniffed again and wiped a tear from my eye.
“I-I found knickers that weren’t mine under the bed. You came back from your conference last night. You’d been away two days. I missed you, then you put the knickers under the bed and I assumed…I’m sorry…I can understand if you leave me.”
“I’m not going to leave. I love you too much, we’ve been together three years. Being in a relationship isn’t always easy. The knickers I brought home were a gift for you. I hid them under the bed so I could present them to you tonight. I know it was a bit stupid, but I assure you. I would never go out to hurt you. I have the receipt here.”
Jason gave me the receipt. I read it under the lamppost and Jason was telling the truth. It confirmed it was a gift purchase and it said the price in big, bold letters.
“I’m sorry Jason.” I cried then and he put his arm around me as we walked back towards the house. I felt so stupid and sorry. I was glad that everything was back to normal and as he carried me upstairs for a bit of ‘passion’ I felt secure. I still didn’t like the colour of the knickers though.
The End
I hope you liked this piece :)
Jen
I've almost got my first e-book ready for launch. It's a book for 9-11 years, you can download it for £4.99. It will be avaliable shortly on my website http://skills4u.terapad.com excerpt will be avaliable soon.
I have done some writing lately, amongst other things. I've written a short piece called You Cheated.
It went like this:
Short Story
You Cheated
My hand trembled as I reached under Jason’s side of the bed, I had never felt so nervous and alone. My stomach churned. All I could think about was what I suspected he’d done. Last night I was sure I’d seen a pair of pink knickers under the bed that were not mine. I hated pink. I couldn’t stand it, especially because they were fluorescent. My heart jumped and I sobbed heavily as I pulled the disgusting coloured, frilly thong from under the bed. My worst fears had been confirmed. Jason had cheated.
Everywhere I looked in the bedroom I saw him. The wardrobe had his shirt hanging on the doorknob, his slippers were on the carpet. I sobbed as my heart broke at the sight. I had loved him, however I didn’t think he’d ever had feelings for me.
I collapsed into a heap on the white carpet, and tried to bite back the tears that flowed. I felt useless. My under eyes would be mascara stained, Jason used to call me “Panda” when my makeup ran. Of course that produced another gut wrenching sob.
I gazed at my refection in the mirror and tried to fix my blonde hair, my brown eyes were red and rubbing at the mascara seemed to be making it much worse.
Suddenly, I had an urge to break the mirror or to smash something. My blood boiled and my brain was geared towards revenge. I saw the photo of us at the seaside.
I remembered him wearing his “I’m with gorgeous” T-shirt, we had laughed, played, kissed and touched. My face contorted. I picked up the photo and threw it at the wall. A ear piercing crash sounded as it smashed. I found the sound eerily satisfying.
When the anger started to disperse I was all of a sudden left with an empty feeling. A bit like all my emotions had got up and left. I threw the hideous knickers in the bin and stalked out the bedroom door. It was then that the phone rang.
“Hello.” I said as I picked up the receiver. I tried to sound as normal as possible.
“Sally?” Said a male voice. I had absolutely no idea who would be calling at this late hour.
“Speaking.”
“This is Dunstable Police department. I’m sorry to call at this late hour…”
I couldn’t prepare myself for what he said next. My hand shook as I held the receiver. Apparently Jason had stolen money from a shop in the town centre. I couldn’t believe it. Actually, as I thought about what he had done to me, it made me realize how awful he was.
After the phone call had ended, at first I thought I should sit down with a mug of tea. However instead I pulled on my shoes and went out the front door. I walked out into the street, the fresh air seemed to calm me slightly and there was no one around. I lost myself in my own thoughts. They were mostly thoughts of Jason, why had he stolen cash? What was he going to buy? Maybe a ring for his new lady friend? I was so bitter and so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t see the figure walking towards me. Suddenly I looked up and almost ran back towards the house. It was Jason. He was carrying a bag of shopping. I didn’t read the logo on the bag, or notice his shocked expression, as if he was concerned about the fact I was outside at eleven at night. I walked up to him and I clenched my teeth together and spat,
“How dare you!”
“Sally? I’ve just walked a mile from the bus stop. What’s wrong?” I almost screamed. He did this to me and he’s acting like nothing is wrong.
“You! You sicken me! I know what you have been up to! Don’t you act like nothing is wrong.” Jason looked angry.
“I walked to the bus stop earlier! I went miles out of town to buy you a present, but maybe I shouldn’t have bothered! I have just got back after going to Football training.”
“W-what? But the police said you’d stolen money from a shop in town…”
“There is such a thing as a prank call.”
“Oh…” Now I recognized that voice. It had been Jimmy, he liked playing tricks like that. He probably did it for a laugh.
“I’ll kill Jimmy.” I sobbed looking down at the drain, I didn’t dare look at Jason.
His eyes were angry. However he then looked concerned again.
“This isn’t just about the call. Is it?”
I shook my head meekly.
“What is it about then?”
I shrugged my shoulders and sniffed.
Jason took me into an embrace.
“Whatever it is we can work it out Hon.”
I sniffed again and wiped a tear from my eye.
“I-I found knickers that weren’t mine under the bed. You came back from your conference last night. You’d been away two days. I missed you, then you put the knickers under the bed and I assumed…I’m sorry…I can understand if you leave me.”
“I’m not going to leave. I love you too much, we’ve been together three years. Being in a relationship isn’t always easy. The knickers I brought home were a gift for you. I hid them under the bed so I could present them to you tonight. I know it was a bit stupid, but I assure you. I would never go out to hurt you. I have the receipt here.”
Jason gave me the receipt. I read it under the lamppost and Jason was telling the truth. It confirmed it was a gift purchase and it said the price in big, bold letters.
“I’m sorry Jason.” I cried then and he put his arm around me as we walked back towards the house. I felt so stupid and sorry. I was glad that everything was back to normal and as he carried me upstairs for a bit of ‘passion’ I felt secure. I still didn’t like the colour of the knickers though.
The End
I hope you liked this piece :)
Jen
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