Inspire a writer...Write the second chapter
WALT: Inspire Mrs Ali with a story starter.
I quite liked the thought of Miss Hope dancing with dad, especially after mum left us. As the bell for break screamed down the hall, I told Mattie all about the wedding of the Flowers; Simon and Matthew. I also told her how I had two silver matching pieces of jewelry now (a bracelet and a necklace). Then I finally told her how Miss Hope danced with my dad at Simon and Mathews wedding. Annoyingly she didn’t believe me, she thought it couldn’t be Miss Hope at all and when I told her about Miss Hope wearing a beautiful red dress, looking so glamorous that my dad asked her for a lift home, she was really shocked. When I said that Miss Hope was looking glamorous, she whispered in my ear, “glamorous”, as if it was even disgusting to think of the word. We turned around and saw Miss Hope marching back and forth across the playground; her hair tied up in its usual scrappy bun. “Glamorous?” Mattie almost choked in my ear.
“It was as though she was a different person I swear to you, she looked really…ummm… the words not coming to my head but it wasn’t 'Miss Hope' like at all…she most certainly had hope in that red dress”.
Mattie shrugged her shoulders and carried on unwrapping her sandwich as we sat on the school wall outside the dining hall. My mind wondered again, back to the wedding. There was something strange about my dad that night. He’s the type of dad that you would all groan and moan about, the type of dad that finds “dad jokes” actually hilarious and will forever tell them at any social event possible, in hope of seeming 'cool'…Ergh. His favorite… A man walked into a bar. Ouch... he laughed at that one for a good 5 minutes before I actually warned him about using a bar to make him stop! But that night something changed.
When mum left, almost 6 months ago, I knew it was coming, he didn’t… he seemed to think that she was a really un-reasonable, deranged woman that one day decided that she wasn’t happy and just got up and left. That wasn’t the case. It was a lot deeper then waking up one day and deciding that this is it, it was years of loneliness that did it for her, forever wishing that he would come home from work one day and ask her how she was, or make her feel special. She wrote that she had fallen out of love and needed to find herself again. I obviously had to stay with my Dad, help him live a normal life, take care of him and things like that - not that she asked me to come but I’m sure that’s what she wanted me to do because I was so ...responsible let’s say.
My mind wonders a lot… back to Miss Hope, marching in the playground muttering to herself again. Mattie was going on about how she wanted this new game or something, I couldn’t care less to be honest. Miss Hope clenched her fists as she walked. “Miss Hope seems anxious” I said out aloud. Mattie ignored me.
“Doesn’t Miss Hope seem anxious”, I said again a little louder.
“I don’t know why you are still banging on about that old bag”. Mattie replied irritated
“I just noticed …” I didn’t bother finishing my sentence she clearly did not care, I stared across the playground. Head shaking, muttering under her breath, she marched back and forth. And then all of a sudden she stopped. She looked straight at me. Through all of the children in the playground I could feel her eyes pierce through me. All of a sudden I felt as though I had wet myself or something was on my face, why is she looking at me, I didn’t know where to look. I looked at Mattie uncomfortably and then back at Miss Hope, she was still staring, still muttering something but then I noticed something, through all of the children in the playground (it must have been at least 5 meters away)all I could see were her eyes. Ruby red. Red like blood. As red as a rose. I kid you not they were red. And then she blinked and it felt like time had stopped. They weren’t red any more…
By Ritika Nagi and Mrs Ali.