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Loren's stories
These days i write tonnes of long stories and a couple short stories.
When i was younger i used to start stories and never finish them or write stories and end them abruptly.
I wanted to be an author. But these days i want to be a registrar (surgeon) and that is exactly what i intend to do.
Some of us get our childhood dreams dont we?
Why am i giving you these stories to read?
Well i really dont know. If i saw them in a shop sold i would be hear broken. But i doubt a 13 year old girls story is going to get anywhere.
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I have 1 tip for you copy and paste the story so as you dont have to read all the way through.
Every month the stories will change so you may save them on your computer but i dont want them used for comercial use ect.
This month i think i only have 1 story that is good enough to put up but i will try and add some in time :) Right now i am working on a story called "crasy" not so sure on the name but it should be up in about 2-3 months.
Enjoy the stories (by the way they are LONG)
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Secrets and hidden scars
Writen by Loren Samantha Macdonald
aged 11.
Chapter 1
What have you got against me?
“Don’t forget Chrissie don’t buy all the cheap stuff nor all the expensive stuff yeah?”
“Of course mum,” she said taking the list from her mother’s hand. Ok lets go back like 10 minutes ago…
they had moved to Cyprus almost four days before all of this and the cupboards WERE BARE her mums pocket wasn’t mind you…. Unfortunately her mum was ILL. she had no clue of this currency because she was Australian now she knew English money and Australian but not the Cypriot pound.
she had to go shopping so that her, her mum and her four sisters and brothers and the deadly Jonnie could eat. Jonnie isn’t a bad guy don’t get me wrong but he is her mums BOYFRIEND and he hates her but loves her brother and sister…. He hates her other two sisters… back to normal time now.
“Here is the list darling I will give you £1000 that’s in English now that’s 1 note so if you lose it your dead. Just hand it over to her she will believe your 17.”
“I’m only 14 mum!”
“Don’t worry honey and be quick Jon is hungry and I want to make them all a breakfast in bed!”
“So why am I up…. anyway your too ill to cook.”
“That’s why Jon will cook it…BE QUICK”
Mum handed chrissie a long shopping list:
“Mum,” she exclaimed looking at the list, “that is in half a lot of food for 3 days!”
“Its not for 3 days its for this week.”
So sje trudged off to the shops with £1000 English pounds in my pocket and her mum said with the money that’s left she could get clothes for every child!
she collected all the food but at the pizza counter I did get a stare! They couldn’t understand me.
“You ok there dear.” I spun around to see a young woman behind me.
“Can you speak Cypriot?”
“Of course I can dear.”
“Can you order these pizza’s for me… uncooked.” I asked putting the list in her hand. And she did! Also she helped me pay at the counter with 20 minutes to spare to get home.
“Your back!” mum sniffed as I shuffled in the door with 5 bags clung to my arms full of 600 English pounds worth of clothes.
“ The food couldn’t have cost you £400”
“It didn’t It cost me £100” I smiled “but I spent £300 in B&Q, that I found down the road, on home improvements and spent £100 on my room and Carrie’s and £110 on the other 3’s room and then £90 on the nursery oh and 600 pound on clothes.”
“Oh honey that’s sooo sweet.”
Mum was expecting a baby in 2 weeks so we had come really with no time to spare…she could have had the baby on the plane!
“The delivery van should be here in 10 minutes!”
I ran upstairs to get Jon out of bed and then he cooked a full breakfast with hash browns that he brought from the shop yesterday and bacon, eggs, sausage, fried mushrooms, fried bread and tinned tomatoes it was FAB even if he cooked it!
Jon got straight to work on the nursery; I brought paint and a cot. Carrie and I spent a week doing up our room. Sam and Sandy shared a room (Sandy was Jon’s favourite because he met mum when she was pregnant with her.) and Liam has his own room although he will share with the baby even if it was a girl when it reached 2. Liam is older than Sandy but he still loves him a lot!! Oh and Carrie, Sam and I have the same dad and Liam and sandy have another.
“I think you did a stupid thing Chris!” Jon screamed at me “You’re a stupid child!” I was all alone in the house with Jon, I hated these moments not because he hit me he would shout at me and say things I couldn’t understand.
“What did I ever do to you?” I cried hiding behind the couch as he came near to me his face turning red with rage.
“You’re getting in the way of us!”
“Don’t kid yourself as soon as that baby is born you’ll be moving onto my mum you know you want that child that’s why your taking it out on me. But you know what Jon you don’t scare me!”
“I’m not a woman beater oh believe me, but your ruining my chances with your mother and getting her stressed and confused and I don’t like that Chrissie I really don’t!”
“Mum’s seen you shout at me she’s just scared you will leave her.”
“I love your mum!” he screamed slamming his fist hard on the table.”
“Then why can’t you accept me?”
“There’s more to it than that, it makes me too angry!”
“You didn’t know me as a child and you don’t know me now!”
“Oh I did Chris I did!”
“I don’t believe you, what ever you’re trying to get at! Ive had enough I’m out of here!”
“Wait! I’m sorry I just can’t accept having you in my house!”
“Your house, YOUR HOUSE!”
“Ok our house, I can’t tell you why I cant stand you I’m not allowed!”
“That’s nice.”
“You hurt your mother and that was too much.” He calmed down and a look of sorrow came across his face.
“I never hurt my mother” He made me sooo mad I just wanted to leave at 14 but I couldn’t it was illegal.
“Believe me you hurt her so bad as a child.” His face was now soft and tears lined his eyes.
“You gave her a scar so deep but it’s not a visible scar it’s a scar deep in her. I don’t see what you did to her as such a big deal but it hurt her and that hurts me!”
“A deep scar what are you on about?” my eyes prickled and stung with tears but I fought them back and looked him dead in the eye.
“That’s something to ask…” but the sentence was never finished because just then Sam came running in shouting about something.
“Mums…collapsed…road…ambulance…hospital…. baby…. NOW” and if you didn’t get that we assumed she meant that: my mum had collapsed on a road she was rescued by an ambulance on her way to the hospital she was about to have her baby and we had to get there now. She was out of breath wheezing between words though so I thought she needed an ambulance.
We didn’t give each other a second look; Jon and I, we just jumped in the car and went straight to the hospital. All the way to the hospital though I thought of what Jon had said about a scar and I should ask someone. Who was there to ask…?
About 5 hours of sitting in that stuffy hospital reception Jon came out and threw a mask on the ground.
“Another boy!” he smiled, he even grinned towards me like nothing had happened and still I fought back those tears of panic and overload. I thought he was trying to make me upset but I guess deep inside I never did I knew he was right somehow something had gone wrong. I couldn’t ask Carrie she was only 4 when I was born and Sam was 2.
I could ask my dad but I never saw him I saw him up till I was 5 then he left said something like my time is up you don’t need me anymore Willow (my mum) and left! Maybe it had something to do with him I thought but then I forgot it because…
“You can go in you know.” I looked around a nurse was beside me and the whole family had gone.”
I burst into tears because I couldn’t fight anymore.
“I’m sure your happy but… Your not happy are you…. Do you want me to get your dad?”
“He’s not my dad…. and no.”
“What's the matter err…”
“Chrissie”
“So what is the matter then Chrissie?”
“I don’t know exactly Jon keeps on shouting…. he keeps saying I hurt my mum…. I think he got close to hitting me…. but I don’t understand it all….. I’m so scared…. I can’t tell my mum.” I sobbed and cried in the gaps.
The nurse’s face loosened up and she looked pitiful and sad she put her arm around
me.
“We have counselling you know, maybe you could talk to one of them maybe you could get to the bottom of it.”
“No I cant…. I could… but if he found out…. I would be in big trouble…. And… mum would be so angry with me.”
“Has he raised a hand to you or threatened you?”
“A fist and he does call me stupid and hit the table… but then he starts to be reasonable calms down…. and tells me he cant explain…got that far today anyway… usually he doesn’t give me a reason… says he cant say and carries on getting angry with me with no explanation whatsoever.”
“You had better go wipe away them tears and go and see that baby he’s waiting for you I’m sure!”
When I came back from the bathroom I stopped outside the door seeing only mum and Jon, I was about to turn away when something hit my ears.
“If I was going to have a boy I would have called him Chris but that’s Chrissie’s name and under the circumstance I wont call him it…”
“Don’t Jonnie, you better not have said a thing. I herd you shouting at her when you thought I was out the other day. I can handle it, I handled it before and I did it my own way.”
“Well that’s where our opinions differ, you’re to hush, hush about things”
“Jonnie you may handle it your way but I mean it violence is not the answer, it never is you know she hurt me, well not her but you know I don’t go round hitting her.”
“And neither do I, but if you ask me you should tell her.”
“Oh and tell her that her whole childhood was virtually a lie!”
“Keep your voice down she might still be outside!”
“If the girls found her she will be, I’ll go get her.” I heard a crunch as he stood up from the bed.
I rushed away down the corridors the tears gushing down, it was like you get on the cartoons where they leave a puddle behind them and the tears flowing out like a fountain.
“Chris! Chris!” I heard a voice shout, he hadn’t seen me he was just looking. I stopped dead outside the hospital and sat on the wall and thought through the conversation.
If my childhood had been a lie did it mean I was adopted or something? Or that she wasn’t my mother or my sister had been adopted or one of my sisters wasn’t my sister she was my niece etcetera?
I stopped thinking that moment and ran home and packed my bags I didn’t think that I had nowhere to go or that my family would be upset but I did some thinking on the train.
I had been brought forward 3 years so I was about to join collage and they had a good collage in Cyprus all except I wasn’t going to be in Cyprus I had got a plane ticket that cost £111 because it was a cancellation and I was on my way to the airport with 4 hours to spare when I got there and 4 hours on the plane I was going to oxford!
I didn’t go because of the university I went there because that’s where Mark lived, the dad that left when I was 5.
Chapter 2
Escape to Oxford City, England
The plane journey was the worst journey of my life, I sat alone jotting down peaces of conversation adding it up to try and figure out what was going on, but nothing clicked.
“Are you ok dearie?” a guy asked me that was next to me.
“Not really.” But I couldn’t tell the stranger he tried to get it out of me but I couldn’t tell a stranger that I would never see again one of my biggest conflicting problems.
When I arrived in good old oxford it was 11 o’clock at night so I really had not time to unpack I just got to my hotel and collapsed onto the bed. That week I started school and got off to a good start on human biology and science and English literature.
By the weekend I was exhausted but I had the address of where Mark lived and I was determined to get there. But when in did I did get a unexpected surprise.
“Hi dad, wow I haven’t said that in a long time.”
“is that you Chrissie?”
“Yeah dad yeah it is.”
“Don’t call me dad Chrissie by now you should know I’m not.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh Chrissie, I’m not your dad, I cant go into the ins and outs of it you will have to ask your mother. But I am not your dad!”
I sobbed on his doorstep for an hour after the door was closed on me and then I cried myself to sleep thinking that my childhood was definitely a lie by now a big fat one!
When I arose that morning my eyes were puffy and my head was pounding, along with the crying I did a bit of drinking too and I sure did feel bad. But even in that state I knew in his heart of all hearts he was an honest, hard working, loving man and nothing could stop me thinking that it wasn’t his fault.
I sat alone in the hotel that day I couldn’t face to be seen, and it was about 6 o’clock when I decided to go home where I belonged and speak to my mum about the situation.
At the airport I got stares about me being alone and having an Australian accent the two didn’t mix. It was then that in realised an old photo of me on a billboard up on the airport wall. Underneath it said: this photo is of Chrissie Williams she went missing on the 18/03/1998 this photo has been posted in Australia, England and Cyprus and she is hoping to be found.
I gave over the name Chrissie Williams and I wasn’t even given a second look and the plane journey was comfortable if not unsatisfying.
I caught the train back to Paphos when I arrived in Cyprus and then caught a taxi back to my home.
When I arrived I was hugged and told how worried they were but I wasn’t in the mood.
“I need to talk to mum…. ALONE!” I complained, the family all went out for ice-cream while we sat drinking coffee while I asked her about what I had heard and what Mark had said.
“You had a brother, Alan when you were 3 he was born. When he was two I was sitting in the front room and, oh Chris, You, you pushed over the kettle and burnt him from head to toe. I couldn’t look after him so, so I let a hospice in Luton keep him.” Mum burst in to tears of agony and rage.
“This isn’t true…what’s this got to do with mark?”
“he was upset, my husband, he got angry he sat beside your brother when he found him and, and….. shot himself at his son’s very side.” At that point I cracked she was crazy!”
“So why don’t I remember it if its true?”
“They said you would blank it out because it was such a tragedy.” Mum carried on sobbing into her cup of coffee.
“YOU’RE A LIAR!” the words tumbled out of my mouth like a ton of bricks and I couldn’t contain them.
“No I’m not Chrissie calm down!” calm down? She was the one making me calm down?
“So, so you must really hate me then, it was all my fault?”
“Well…”
Part two chapter two
“Well what?” I asked anxiously
“Well…. all these years I haven’t forgotten it, it hurt me but I have carried on so I suppose it was slightly your fault.”
I was totally gobsmaked it was like she had punched me right in the stomach repeatedly I know I asked her but I didn’t expect a reply like that I almost flew off the handle. Mum was in tears and my eyes stung and my vision blurred.
“But it was mainly mine,” she added after her sobbing subsided a little.
I sat back in my chair taken a back by my own mother the woman I most depended on. I remembered asking where ‘daddy’ was and she kept it cool and said that we didn’t need ‘daddy’ any more and I grew up actually believing that! What a fool I was.
“Don’t blame yourself Chrissie.”
“Don’t worry you all ready did that” I screamed getting up and storming out of the house into the dark cold streets. I actually heard mum follow me a few blocks but soon she gave up shouting out my name across the drive I just carried on running not looking back.
In fact I didn’t turn back for some time I suppose I was afraid I would actually go back and I would walk in and everything would go quiet I couldn’t stand it especially when Sam would sit and snigger in the corner whispering to one of the others. And mum would coo over the new baby, maybe they would call it Chris to replace me. Thinking of home made my heart ache and so I simply didn’t I stopped that moment and thought of where I could go standing in a dark Cypriot street lost at 14.
I thing that moment decided to get back on that plane and go to lovely old oxford.
Chapter 3
Return to Oxford City, England.
When I arrived in London I started to get back on my feet in collage although I was scared of bumping into Mark, I didn’t. At one point I was hanging around his area hoping to bump into him to shout at him, when I realised it wasn’t his fault he was the nice guy but the phone calls must have killed him when I was young. I phoned him on a daily basis when he first left and he all ways had a sad tone in his voice.
“Which hospice was it that Alan went to?” I asked Mark when I finally did, by mistake, find him.
“I don’t know, poor kid…”
“You do know!”
“Yes and I swore never to tell you!”
“Right then I will find him myself.”
Soon I realised mum had given it away, the only children’s hospice in Luton was Keech Cottage.
Getting there would prove difficult because he wasn’t near death so they wouldn’t believe me at collage where I was going. So simply I didn’t ask or tell them I just went, he was more important now.
As I took the long train journey across stations I cried as I stared onto the roads and fields even though I never new Alan properly my heart ached for him to be brought back home safe.
Chapter 4
A sister once more
“you can’t go in there!” cried a nurse as I burst into the recovery burns unit.
“I am looking for Alan Adams he is 9 years old he was brought in here at 2.”
The nurse tried to restrain me but she was only small so I freed myself from her grip. A small boy of 9 or ten who looked pretty normal stepped towards me.
“I’m Alan”
“Omigod, omigod!”
“What?”
“well your not particularly burnt are you?”
“its amazing what they can do in 7 years!”
“Oh look at your arms there sooo….”
“weird… its ok you can say it.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Chrissie I am your sister!”
“my sister!, you cant be I don’t have a sister.” Just then the little nurse stepped forward.
“Actually Al you do!”
“I do? Then I have a mum and dad too and other brothers and sisters like I always dreamed about, get me outta here please Chrissie!”
“She cant” Chrissie turned round to see a big tall butch lady standing at the doorway.
“Why not I’m 14 and I am old enough and he is my brother!”
“he is going to a foster home for the first time soon.”
“But we want him back!”
“You want him back, your mother phoned.”
“She doesn’t want me? Even now I heard what they said you did Chrissie but it was an accident please don’t make me go PLEASE!”
“I’ll try Al I’ll try my very hardest for you.”
Tears steamed down Chrissie’s face as she was forcefully dragged, by the butch lady, out of the building.
“ I want my brother!”
“You had better get home or I will call social services to come find you!”
“I don’t have a home any more unless I have Alan to come home to, I want to spend time with him and apologise!”
“He doesn’t blame you!”
“I don’t care, how long has he got before he goes?”
“2 months.”
“can I spend 1 month with him? PLEASE!”
“You are not his mother!”
“And I know that, but I care for him, well once I knew about him.”
“But you don’t have a place to stay!”
“I do in Oxford.”
“I will bring him back I promise.”
“1 month Adams!”
“Thanks I will just go help him get his stuff” With that Chrissie walked up the path to the hospice tears of joy swelling in her eyes.
The journey home was extremely quiet as you can’t talk much on a train and they were both nervous of each other. At the flat they just sat back drinking coke and eating junk while talking.”
“So what's it like at the hospice?”
“Its ok but its not like here you only eat when they tell you to eat you can only sit where they tell you to sit and only drink water cos coke and fizzy drinks and unhealthy snacks we get as treats or on weekends.”
“Wow tough… is there anything I should know like toilet, baths cream?”
“Nope, I can go toilet on me own when I need to unlike some others I can have normal baths and don’t need any cream.”
“ I had to check that’s all.”
“Yeah I know.”
Chrissie stared at him and suddenly felt her heart warming like suddenly the sun shone on her or warm hands touching her cold unlovable heart. Her eyes swelled with tears he whole body felt new she now knew the secret and she was reunited with the brother she once loved and part of her dad was in him too.
“do you remember dad?”
“No but I heard about him, how it was my fault he died.” Chrissie shook her tear stained little head.
“No it was my fault I burnt you in the first place and I am so sorry I have ruined your whole life, why don’t you hate me?”
“how can I hate someone that I loved so much even if I never met them.” This time Chrissie didn’t shake her head she just gave Alan a look of pure shining love.
Chapter 5
The great idea!
That night Chrissie slept by herself in the living room on the couch and gave her bed to Alan. It was a rocky night for the 2 of them Alan was exited and Chrissie had a brilliant idea.
“I say we run off the Disneyland Florida!” shouted Chrissie as she ran into Alan’s room at 6:00am
“Cant it wait till 8:00?”
“The flight is in 3 hours we gotta leave now!”
“Then we go to my old house in Australia from the airport in California… then we are harder to track. We have got 2 weeks in Florida first!”
“Wow Disneyland how can you afford it?”
“Bank account nicked mms boyfriends credit card!”
“no you didn’t!”
“Ok I nicked my card and I can take out up to £1 million pounds cos that’s all I got in there.”
“No way!”
“Once we get to Australia I will ring mum if she wants us she can get us!”
“She wants you not me don’t ruin your life as well Chris go home!”
“I can’t go home not now my past is behind me now”
“Our mum misses you probably as much as she missed me but it would be awkward with me there.”
“no, I wont give up!”
“your not giving up I am!”
Chrissie fell onto a chair feeling hopeless drained of the light she once had just for a few hours. The tears poured down her heart sank and she felt she could never let a person in if she couldn’t trust her own family.
“Chrissie don’t cry!”
“Look Chris, I will always love you and the family but I am best this way believe me, go back home please.” He gave her one of his warming smiles but then her heart sank lower as she tried to block her feelings.”
“Je t’aime but I still have to go!”
“What’s that?” she finally replied”
“I love you” he took a crisp £20 note and ran all the way to the station back to Luton.
Chrissie must have cried for hours but it felt like days she must have thought and cried about home for days but it seemed like weeks the weeks just dragged by with no meaning even the dean of the school let her have time off but she said she was to sad to do anything.
She cried and cried until she couldn’t cry no more. She hardly ever ate and had 1 drink a day her hair became greasy and her hopes hazardously low. But one day she just said to herself that her life couldn’t be spent crying all the time. She took a shower had a big lunch and gallons of water and set off on a plane back to Australia where she would find herself before she went home.
The weeks in Australia were totally out of this world she relaxed then had fun then relaxed for her 3rd week in her homeland. On the fourth week she boarded a plane headed for Cyprus for the rest of her long life.
It was late when she arrived at the air port but she still battled home to see her family she had been gone a year and presumed dead… her appearance had yet changed from how she left a quiet lonely 14-year-old girl. She was now a bright happy 15-year-old girl who cared about nothing except her home and family.
She knocked at the huge white plastic door at 5:00am Sam opened the door with a dull face and puffy eyes from crying.
Her eyes widened as she saw Chrissie and she threw her arms around her with eyes and a face full of laughter and tears of joy.
“We knew you would come home on your birthday!”
“Mum Chrissie is back MUM!” Chrissie saw her mum come down the stairs her eyes were red and most probably sore she looked tired and scared but still she had that warming look just like Alan and Chrissie's heart saw that ray of hope again.
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