Cathy and Zelda - chapter 2

As I walked in the front door I heard my mother cooking in the kitchen. I could smell chocolate, so she must be cooking chocolate cake. I walk up to my room without saying hi to her. I dislike my mother more and more these days. I go into my room and finish reading “To Kill A Mockingbird” and then I read four chapters of “Gulliver’s Travel”. It is a pretty interesting book. I then write a chapter of the book I am writing. It is the story of my life so far, well, the essential parts. The chapter I write is about the recent dream I had, last night’s dream. I am going to publish it sometime when I am older, 18 maybe, for if I were to publish it when younger people probably wouldn’t read it. I hope I am proven wrong. I hate it when my family and just people in general judge me for my age and not my academic skills. I am smarter than the average 12 year old. I am in year 8, and, like I said before, I am only 12. People think I don’t know much, think I don’t watch the news, don’t pay attention in class. But I do! “Cathy,” my mother calls from down stairs. “Your grandmother is here, come down and have some cake with us.” I hate my grandmother as well as my “parents”. She is a mean, obnoxious, fussy, pushy old bag! I hate her to the core. Well, I shouldn’t say that. Hate is a strong word. So I put my books back in my desk draw and walk down the stairs, in no hurry to greet my mother and grandmother.1

“Aaahh, Cathy, you’re looking....” my grandmother hesitated. “Nice...” She looked me up and down. I had P.E last period and I found it useless to change back into my school skirt and top, so I stayed in my sweaty P.E shorts and top. I looked my grandmother up and down as well. “Humph....um....so do you grand mummy......” I think. I added mentally. “Had any “scary” dreams yet Cathy?” My grandmother teased, in a patronising tone. I hate her. I wanted to run to the kitchen, pull out the knife from the cutlery draw, and stab her in the eyes!!! But I don’t. So instead I answer, “I don’t know what you are talking about grand mummy.” I say whilst reaching over to grab some cake. I always have to us proper grammar around my grandmother, or she will kick me one! “Cathy, what are you doing?!” my mother says. “How dare you try and spoil your dinner! Get to your room at once!” she yells. “But you sad-“ I am abruptly cut off by the sound of my mother screaming at me, “You are such a pain to live with Cathy! All these silly little nightmares, the name nonsense! I have had enough! Go to your room at once!” So I do. I run into my room and over to my wardrobe. I pull out all my jeans and shorts and track suit pants and stuff them into my school bag. I grab my phone as well. I run down the stairs, right past my stupid mother and grandmother, and out the front door. “Stop, Cathy wait!” my mother yells, but I don’t listen. I am running too fast, all the way over to the park at the end of the street. Past my friend Sarah’s house, past Mrs. Goldwiges house and all the way past the VET. I run until I can hardly breath and collapse on the ground. I lay there panting. There are big black dots over my eyes. But they are fading. I lay there panting and close my eyes, and before I can stop myself I am drifting off to sleep...2