When I woke up the house was silent except for the quiet swoosh of the waves outside. My bedroom overlooks the ocean and each morning I wake up to the sound of seagulls screeching over who gets the old sand-covered sandwich, the chip packet that still has some crumbs or some-other piece of abandoned food. Sometimes I think they squawk just for the sake of waking me up really early. I don’t mind though. I like the stillness of my house before my family wakes up. During the day my mum and dad’s arguing gets so loud that even hiding under your doona and turning your iPod up full blast can’t block it out. My sister Kristy doesn’t even stay at the house. She is always at parties or at her friend’s house doing up her bouncy blonde hair and talking about boys. I can’t stick boys, especially my little brother Angus. He has scruffy brown hair and his face is usually sporting some disgusting accessory like dry snot or smeared vegemite. Usually I escape the house like Kristy does; only I don’t go to friend’s houses or the shopping centre, I run down to the beach.
Still deciding what should happen next, any idea???
Still deciding what should happen next, any idea???