FC: My story
1: Chapter 1. “Mum, turn the heating on!” I shouted. “Jodie, just put a jumper on!” She replied. It wasn’t winter, it was the middle of august but summer in London isn’t so warm. It was pouring with rain and I was freezing. My dog Rita was sleeping on my bed, like she always did. I rummaged around my room for a jumper for half an hour I couldn’t find one at all.”MUM I CANT FIND A JUMPER COME HERE AND LOOK!” she didn’t reply. I went down stairs to see what she was doing. I thought there was no point seeming as the door was locked so I asked if she could open the door she didn’t say anything and there was silence except for the quiet unlocking of the door. Her eyes were red and blotchy as if she had been crying she went and sat by the phone which was hanging by its wire. “Mum what’s wrong?” I asked “Jodie, it’s about your father,”
2: Chapter 2. I was speechless. My mum and dad divorced before I was born, the day after the divorced, my dad ran away never got to meet him."Jodie sit down. Your dad, he is taking you to live with him at his house "she said “Why Cant I stay with you” “Sorry but you have to I will only see you on holidays, maybe” I could tell she was going to cry. Suddenly I burst into tears. I didn’t want to move I wanted to stay with mum didn’t even know where I was moving. “Where am I moving, will there be a good school?”My voice was flat with tears streaming down my face. “Your father lives in new York.I’m going to miss you so much. I’m so sorry.” “Well you don’t need to miss me because I’m not going” I screamed
3: Chapter 3 I ran into my room and slammed the door shut. Rita woke up with a start. I cried even more. In my school I didn’t make many friends so my mum bought me a dog, Rita, she was my best friend. I told her everything! I heard mum knocking on my door. “Darling, I need to talk” “Mum can I bring Rita?” I asked She tried to smile I could tell it was fake “of course you can take her. Jodie I was wondering if you would like to call your dad. He might listen to you more than me” So I talked to my dad to be honest it was really awkward... Here is how the conversation went “Hello, dad” “Excuse me who is this?” “It’s Jodie your daughter,” “Jodie!Has your mum told you about moving in with me?”
4: chapter 3 continued “Yes. Dad it is really nice of you to offer, but I don’t want to live in New York I want to stay with mum, and Rita, my dog” “You can get a new dog. Or you can bring Ria or whatever the mutts name is, anyway you have to come I want to see you, you can see your mum whenever you want to in the holidays. Your mum wants you to come!” “When should I come?” “This Saturday” “Ok bye” I quickly put the phone down and stared up at mum. “So you really want me to go, then you can’t take me to the airport on Saturday” Before she could speak I ran into my room and started thinking of questions I should have asked. What should I bring? Is it a big house? Will I have my own room? Does he have another family?