Chloe+.R

Hey : D its clo's page :-) add comments if you do/dont like my stories dont edit of my things-ohk?? go it! only for the teacher to edit. Here is my first one it is my memory story It is called~

Unlucky number 10, This was based on a true story. I glared unhappily at the sign outside the picket fence of my h__umble__ family home. It read "FOR SALE, M__oonee Valley Real Estate."__ A tear ran __down my left cheek__. The car drove into the driveway. My family had spent a lot of time fixing this drive way. I got out of the car and D__aniel__ and I stood together. We had never been as unhappy in our li __short__ lives. My brother got upset but I __comforted him__. He was just as heartbroken as I was. __Losing__ everything I had __ever__ had at this house. I felt like ripping the sign down with my bare hands, but now I had to think reality. This shouldnt be happening. I was only ten years old and my brother daniel was only eight. Daniel started to cry but I think his anger stopped it. Mum and dad had threatened to leave eachother for ages but now it was finally happening. Everyhting was a mess. I did know where id live, where dad would live or how i would cope without one parent. I went and sat under my nectarine treetree. I would not be around for long. I climbed up my favourite tree and then into my cubby. I went into my hide out and then to my basket ball ring. Dad got home from work and i saw him give a sad glare at the sign. I could never live somewhere else.. I loved my home too much. After all, id lived there a decade. 27 Doyle st, Avondale Heights, 3034 Melbourne Victoria. I would miss that. 36 Hours later after that awful sign had been up, the house was sold. The buyer must have been faierly desperate for a house. The worst hours of my life. The house got sold for the perfect amount of money. I was overwhelmed that my house got sold in thirty six hours. Scary. I had sixty days. Sixty odd days off stress, packing a finding a new home. Sixty days to live with both of my parents. Surely this was a big dream, a big joke. I rubbed my eyes but once again realised that it was reality. Sad, old, dull reality.I walked to the back of my house to daniels room to talk and comfort my little brother. To explain this situation to him. I felt empty and before anything, I had thirty days to go. I started failing in school. Maths, english and science. In everything.I was mildly depressed and my little brother and I were to go away for the two week school holidays at my grandma's house and we would come back to a new house. A new life. I always had my best friend brooke with me, by my side helping me through this epic event. Brooke was there when i needed her and that ALWAYS helped me! Dad found a place in Langwarrin and later moved to Tocumwal, NSW, 3hours away in this beautiful old house and three hours away form his children. He also had a pool which was awesome! When dad was in langwarrin we found a house. It was beautiful, perfect for three people. We have lived there for two years now and brooke is still by my side. It was wonferful having such an excellent frined. My life is back on track and so is my schooling. I love my life and thanks to brooke, my life is a whole lot better. So when you are reading this, thanks a lot brooke! I see my dad every second weekend and for all of the holidays. My parents can now resolve things over the phone quite easily with out arguing. I love my new life, school, family and my friends. :)

My Story including the chest of drawers, the broken phone and the stray animal >>>>> ==** I didn't like my job. I knew that I had to do it. It was boring, especially on collection day. I conquered eighteen neighborhoods once but since then, I have given up completely. I just do the normal, everyday rounds. Quite boring except for one day. Last year, I got put on collection and there was nothing at all that I could do about it. I had no option. I went out with Jimbo and I was on "Pick up and put in whilst he was driving" duty. I stood on the back of the massive, oversized truck and the minutes __sped__ by. I picked up all sorts of things in those 'It and a bit' neighbour-hoods where I could never afford to live. They threw out perfectly good bed frames, mirrors, __chest__ of drawers, bathroom __cabinets__, and __anything__ else that you could possibly think of. I remember coming to a house toward the end of the day and I was shocked. Out on the nature strip, lay a perfectly new chest of drawers. It had no scratches and the condition was magnificent. I told Jumbo to pull up and we lifted it into my passenger seat. It was rather light but really hard to carry because of its size.. When the day finished, we got back to the depot and Jimbo helped me put the chest of drawers in my car. I took it home and quickly went to sleep after a hard day at work. The next morning, I polished it off, re-painted it and I also wiped out the semi dusty drawers. It was now a soft brown colour. I put it in the far corner in my room, the only nice thing about the pale, __gloom__ room. I had heard some __squeaking__ noises coming from the chest of drawers but I ignored the until I could drift off to sleep. Now I could get some sleep for the next collection day ahead! I slept until about 6.55 am and the noise got really annoying. I got up and approached the chest of drawers. I had opened it in the pitch black and I felt a furry thing about 20 inches long and I heard a grunt. I jumped back and yelled. The man on the moon could have heard me so easily. I turned on the light and I found a baby pig, curled in a blanket __in__the only drawer __that__ I __hadn't__ cleaned. I thought I had cleaned all of them? I __mustn't__ have. Time flew and before I knew it, I had cancelled my second duty day on collection and I was taking piggy to the vet for a check up. He had to stay at the vets for about three days and then 'he' came home. I named him Mr. Piggy. My piggy ended up eating my phone one morning and I couldn't afford to get a new one. I could barely afford to have a big bed or pig toys to support Mr.Piggy. That was when I had a brilliant idea. I pulled the chest of drawers to bits and I made about a two metre playground for Mr.Piggy with stairs, a house, and little places __in which Mr.Piggy could hide in__. I had put the broken phone in different places and he had searched around his whole playground until he found it. We would do this for hours. **== ==** He died about sixteen m o nths after I found him. I threw the phone out, __brought__ a new one and chucked out the mangled chest of drawers into the bin. That was the __funnest__ time of my life. It was also the only fun time. **==

The end.
It was the wirdest day of my lfie. January 22nd. New things, Colours. Nappy changing. Feeding. Sleeping and then all over again.