How my life changed.... by Melissa (christmas read aloud txt) 📕

Lora:

I've been waiting here
Patiently, Wishing and wanting for you to leave already. When is it that you will finally pack your stuff and go? How long has it been? two... three years that I had to look at the carpet while I listened to those harsh words that you would yell to me.
Useless and Worthless, Stupid and Hopeless, Lazy and Irresponsible
Is what went inside my head and I believed it at first.
You told me I had to life, no existence in this world that I was a waste of space.
I'm not sure why but you made me believe it all.
And I felt horrible....
But I'm not taking it any more. I'm tired of you,
I hate you, I wish you would die already.
You say you want to leave, that you hate all of us.
Go!
There's the door!
There's your bags
Get your damn stuff and go!
I hate you!
No one wants you here
No one ever did.
You try and act like a father like your in a nice mood. But you're such a horrible actor.I can see through your lies, You never once cared about us.
That smile and Laugh you always fake does it hurt when you show it on your face?
Especially when you show it to me?
Why force it when you know you hate us...
You hate me.
I don't care any more. I'm not taking your words any more. I'm not that useless
Worthless person you called me before.
I changed! I'm different!
And I will prove you wrong!
YOU know I hate you
I know YOU hate me. So now let's play a little game...
And see who the useless and worthless person really is. Someone who drinks and smokes
Never helps around the house
Never gives a damn about his own children either.
Gets drunk and blames all his problems on me.
or Me?
I really had enough and im leaving home.....

My heart it wants to stay but my mind will not obey,
And so I stand at the mirror all night and all day,
Wondering if anyone would care if I am not here the next day.
But everyone is hated in this cruel and evil place, aren't they?
And swirling through my head are questions still not asked,
But if I did ever ask them-Everyone would laugh,
On the outside I'm not perfect but what I own shows I am.
Whenever friends are over,
Pretending to be perfect,
But it is never like that when friends are gone,
And so now I run,
Away from home and I don't know where I'm going,
hundred percent sure i wont come back home......
Good Bye.....
running away fro home, start of a new life.
I know it's a risk
I have no money,
no job,
but its where I can be free.

I quickly scrawl a note and set it on the table. It only contains eight words, but its enough.
‘I had enough, don’t look for me, bye’
I run upstairs searching for money in my mum’s room, then I notice my step dad’s jeans lying on the corner of the bed. I examine through his front and back pocket and then find his black leathered wallet, I find about hundred pounds. That will be enough for today, then I’ll look for a job. At that moment I catch a glimpse of countless cash located on the window sill, there is enough to pay a place to stay over for couple of days.
I have only a few supplies with me, a knife, a lighter, my cigarette, my mobile, my cosmetic bag with full of make-up and a survival book, basically my diary. I pedal fast as I reach to the end of our drive way. I still have a couple miles to go until I reach the train station. My plan is to take the five o’clock train to a little rural town, search around for a suitable place to unpack.
With my light as a empty bottle back pack on, against my thin back bone, in a slow speed I stroll along the dark cold empty road. While on the way, I notice a small hotel in the corner ‘Onura’ next to the restaurant. The lights are switched on, which means it’s open. I feel a hot air from above, from the air conditioner as I enter the hotel. I notice a charming and slender but muscular boy in the front desk, one of the workers, just enough where he can pack punch. His face shows that he can look after his women and hard plus a face that shows care and comfort. Hair gelled up high done carefully and neatly.
He has a expensive button up shirt with black trousers and a leathered black belt. He is somewhat mysterious. I don’t know him but what I know enchants me, like a song sung far away.
I see his furtively and note eyes. Hazel and dreamy, his spirit half elsewhere. I note the scene of his dark, lustrous hair. I am driven by a dream I cant control.


Joshua:

Her silky, straight, long blond hair gracefully falls down to her shoulders and encircles her diamond-shaped face.
A golden suntan usually brings out her smooth, clear complexion and high cheek bones.
Her large deep blue eyes, reminds me of a lake on a stormy day. Her small nose, gives her a little girl look that makes me want to smile when she looks at me. And her full lips makes me want to kiss her. Her white teeth brighten ups her whole face. I guess you can tell that I am head over in love with her.
I always knew that love would come and find me someday, but never I did know that it would be her who was headed my way. She caught me off and took me by surprise.


Lora:

He shots me a full smile when he catches me staring at him and I do the same.
“how could I help you pretty lady?” he asks politely. pretty lady? J
I blush hard.
“oh, I was looking for a spare room to stay over night?”
“okay.” he searches.
“yes, there’s one room, 81.” he gently throws the key and I catch it with one hands.
“good catch.” he smirks.
“I know.” I respond.
“thank you.” I add and walk up the creaking stairs.
When I open the door, all I see is, a old wooden bed, white small draw, a dark brown book shelf and a end table matching the colour of the bed. At that instant I see another door, obviously that’s the toilet. I scan the bathroom, kind of small but it’s enough,. It smells very fresh.
After I install my belonging, I throw myself on the comfortable looking bed placed near the double huge window. I feel my eyelids drift shut, let peace wash over me.

The next warm day, I wake up really early which is 9:30. I march around the town hoping to find a good job. On the way I see a random adult guy sitting in front of a restaurant sipping his tea.
“sorry, im looking for a suitable, not tiring job, is there anyone you know that needs a element?”
“yes, if you walk a little and turn right where there is a café, there is a flower shop, a old lady works there, she is looking for a employer.” he explains and writes down the name given to the shop on a ripped small piece of paper.
“thank you so much, you saved my life.” I express.
“it’s okay.” he smiles.
I am so happy that any minute if I was wearing trousers I would of do a cartwheel.
At arrival, I catch a sight of ‘looking for an element’ printed on the white A4 piece of paper celataped outside the door.
“oh yes.” I tense my hand.
I knock on the glass door. I open it, I smell fresh flowers. I see an old lady sitting in an arm chair.
“sorry to disturb you, but I heard you are looking for a element.”
“yes my darling, would you like to work here?” she requests in a nice way.
I can see the clumps of make up between her wrinkles. I cant stop staring at the skin handing from her chin just flapping around. When she talks its like watching the waves in the ocean. I gaze at her glasses on the tip of her nose.
“yes please.” I beg.
“sure, come with me, lets talk about the job a little bit.”
I follow her upstairs to her small office leaving a various gap between each other.
Firstly, I will be working part time, only Mondays, Tuesdays and Wednesdays. I’ll get £75 every week. That’s great money!
I watch her write simple ‘things I will do’ on a plain white A4 piece of paper.

Things I will do:
1. Sweep the floors before leaving.
2. Make tea or coffee to customers when wanted.
3. Throw away rubbishes.
4. Wrap flower bouquets.
5. Place new flowers delivered in the correct pots. (e.g., roses to red pots.)

I cant wait to start work tomorrow. On the way to the hotel, I count how much I’ve got left, oh no! only 40 quid. At least I wont starve.
The following Monday morning, I have a quick shower and start to get ready. I put on my plain white top, black skinny jeans that shows the shape of my long legs and butt. I do my hair into a ponytail.
I face the large sized mirror hanging on the bathroom wall.
I slowly put a little light foundation on my forehead, chin, noise and cheek, using my thick foundation brush I blend it outwards even though I don’t have any spots or redness. I coat my long eyelashes with a large amount of mascara. I spread my smooth red lips with my pink lip gloss.
Done!
I set my foot inside my white ballerina shoes and exit from the room.
“sorry, excuse me.” I feel someone grab hold of my arm as I pass the front desk. It sounds familiar. I swing round to see what that person wants. It’s the good-looking guy, the one that shot me a full smile and called me pretty.
“yes? I raise both my brow eyebrows.
“it’s the deadline of your payment for your room.” he explains.
“oh, dam it.” I punch my palm.
“I don’t have money on me, im working and I’ll get my money on Wednesday and I promise to pay you.” which is in three days.
His eye contact breaks with me and views the red carpet.
“sure.” he forces him self to smile.
When I arrive at work, I hang my bag and jacket on the peg.
We have one costumer already in the early morning.
“ I want wedding bouquets please.” she commands.
“sure.” I reply.
I get a bunch of different type of flowers.
I place a rubber band around the stem about 2 inches from the bottom. I wet the napkin and wrap it around the base of the bouquet, covering the bottom of the stems.
I take a plastic bag from the draw and put a little bit of water into it. I then insert the paper-wrapped stems, and rubber band the top of the plastic bag around the stems. I take a wax paper from the side, I