Bradley stormed through his front door, past his mother (who was chopping up a different fish then the one he had seen this morning), past Claudia, past his father and up the stairs. Into his room, slamming the door behind him. Why did he have to have a councillor? Why did she want to know every little thing about him?
“Don't worry Bradley, we won't let that evil councillor hurt you!” Ronnie said from her place on the windowsill
“Yeh! We’ll protect you!” Bartholomew said bravely. Bradley walked over to them and picked up an old tussie, ripped it in half and tied one of the halfs around Ronnies neck and one around Bartholomews neck like superhero capes.
“Thank you Bradley! We can be like Batman and Robin” Ronnie replied, excitedly jumping up and down.
“Your Bartholomew and Ronnie! Ready for any evil counselors that come your way!” Bradley said, picking up Ronnie and Bartholomew and holding them above his head while he ran around his room,
“Weeeeeeeee!!!!!” Ronnie yelled, holding her hand out in front of her in a fist.
“What are you doing?” Claudia was standing in the doorway, Bradley wondered how long she had been standing there for. He dropped his hands, letting Ronnie and Bartholomew drop onto his bed.
“Playing with your little dolls?” She teased
“No” he lied. She tired to push past him but he shoved her back out the door,
“Go away!” he growled at her and slammed the door,
“Baby!” he heard her yell through the door and then her heavy-thunder like footsteps become lighter as she stormed away. Then he walked back over his bed and picked up Ronnie and Bartholomew, he untied the tussie capes around their necks and threw the old tussies into the bin-superheros dont exsit-he thought to himself and went back to chopping up the pieces of paper.
Cars rushed down the roads as if they were all in a race versing themselfs, people bussing themselfs with the desire to get home out of the crisp night air that clipped there ears and fingers. High above the bustle of the streets and the rush of the night was a tall building, it was old and slightly rotted, many people walk past it as if it is not not even there. The grey exterior did justice for what it looked inside as well. Many people might even believe no one lives there, that it is an old building, abandoned, unheard of. But these people would be wrong for there was a person living there, she sat on the top floor, looking out the grimey window. Boxes, books and various different games cluttered around her. She sat in an old leather chair, a mug of hot vanilla tea sat warming up her hands as the heater had broken a few days ago and with the rain clouds that seemed to permanently sit over the sky like a old blanket that didn't keep you warm but rather itched and annoyed you. Her long blond hair hung loosely around her back, a heavy grey knitted sweater draped over her shoulders. Her blue eyes shook with worry and confusion. She had tried as hard as she could this afternoon to help the boy she had heard so much about. To be honest as much as she had been excited to meet him she was also a little scared. From what she had heard she knew that he was just a scared, hopeful young boy who had never been taught how to make friends properly and now that she had meet him she knew she was right. She was just not sure how, how could she get through that many layers? Suddenly she back on the playground again, trying to help a young bully. But Charlotte wouldn't budge,
“Let me help you!” She had protested
“I don't need your help Carla, nobody does.” Charlotte had replied
“Everybody needs help”
“I don't want or need your pity. Why don't you go help your Dad, from what I hear he needs it”. Tears had stung Carla's eyes as they whole playground left her, sobbing by the slide, they were ashamed to know her and as much as she hadn't wanted to admit it she knew it was true, she heard them say it themselves, after school, in school, she had herd there parents talk about it behind closed doors, she had heard it all. A flash and she was back to reality, it was just a memory-nothing more.
“Pull yourself together Carla” she said to herself and turned the light by her chair off, she would think about it more tomorrow.
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