Chapitre 2: 1: Blast it!
The creamy sky failed to block the arrows of sunrise rays that pierced them and peeped through the curtains in Catherines room in Berkshire,England. Situated in the heart of southern England, Berkshire has been Catherine's place of happiness and peace until her mother passed due to cancer when she was just five. Now Berkshire was a place of gloom and memories of her mother,Elene,before her death. Time would heal she thought as she pulled away the blanket off her legs and stood up to pull apart the curtains of her little artic bedroom. Pale and spacious, Catherine's room held no colour...*or owner's lack of taste*... Lanky decorations and old artifacts her father had collected laid lost and out of place on the dusty shelf placed at the corner of the room. Posters of boy bands and Justin beiber lay disjointed on the walls...The creamy paint of the walls fading slowly and leaving a pale white colour in its wake.
Cat!...,it's time for school,get down now u sleepy lass!. I made breakfast,pancakes your favourites!...called Edward from the kitchen. Lazily,Catherine hurried to brush and wash up...*unconsiously in another dimension called lala land*...Opening her closet,she pulled her favorite cream cotton cardigan on her Westonham white shirt paired with her red skirt and a white converse. Blast...she cursed as she stumbled on a pile of dirty laundry and fell flat on her face. Stupid morning,stupid clothes...she thought as she gathered herself up and went out of the door...*the floor hates her*...
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Once downstairs,she was met by her father who was happily humming a tune and flipping the pancakes up in the air like a professional chef unknowing to the curse of the new day. Morning dad! ...she fake chirped to match his overly excited self. Morning to u too aurora...He joked gaily while pouring the pancakes skillfully on on a plate...just how you like it...He said whilst adding extra syrup on each layer. You sound chirpy today old man...she added hastily before digging and eating her pancakes hungrily and in an enchanting manner. You wouldn't believe who called me this morning?...He said with excitement twinkling in his eyes...who?...she said but it ended up sounding like a 'whumpf'...The African arts and tourism director...He replied gleefully. Catherine couldn't help but roll her eyes at her three-year-old-but-stuck-in-a-fourty-year old's-body father as he skipped and twitched excited like a child on sugar rush...*one day her eyes were going to roll back into her skull*...Wiping her mouth of syrup,she replied faking excitement...It was just a call dad,so why all the fuss?..she tried to say politely...ohh cat!...my clueless catt...This changes everything!. Remember the call I discussed with you earlier...yeah,about the trip to Africa and the so called exploring of a magicalll stream and goddess...she said while making air quotes in the air and rolling her eyes...Quit the sarcasm young lady!...He replied half laughing and half rolling his eyes...Rolling of eyes was quite the habit with the Winstons.
Mr wingdors has invited us t....He was cut abruptly by the alarm on the counter and a scream...ohh! Blast...I'm going to be late!...He was cut short by a quick peck on his cheek *more like a quick deposition of saliva and syrup*...and a hurried cuss of a panicked Catherine. She hurriedly packed her bags and was almost out of the door when she tripped and fell flat on her face...Againnnn!.she shrieked...followed by a series of curses,she rushed out of the door...*Floor-2,Catherine-0*...but not before hearing her dad's chuckling voice... Language young lady!...Haa...typical clumsy cat..
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