2. that never ending tingling of hope
I looked in the mirror tears stained my pale face and my arm still stinging from the wack i got from my vicious mother. I brushed my long tangly mousy brown hair and added a heavy ammount of eye make up to cover up the dark circles under my eyes. I glossed my lips and put some blusher on my bruise so it would look less noticeable. I sat at the breakfast bar waiting for mums usual. She comes in shouts at domonic and i to get in the car or to hurry up or we'll be late something along those lines. But today was different she just came in and said kindly (shock horror) to make way to the car if you want to get to assembley on time. I stared at her in disbelief but i felt that bit of hope again the thng i felt yesterday morning. That i might be able to do something big even if it is being a good surgeon atlest i might be known and i could help people. I make myself go to the car and leave mum alone because i cant just stand infront of her mouth hanging open forever can i ? mum soon arrives and there is a unique smell of her sickly perfume. "Right kids another bright day for you bohth is it not ? Dom and I just nodded at mum speechless. Maybe our miss understanding meant something to her and tooken away that sharp edge. The car horn interrupts my thoughts and i leave at once and arrive at school to see out side a big banner that says win a chance to meet the boys of onedirection and follow your dream !