Run Daddy, Run.
Chapter One
“Ellie, Pass!” I shouted, dodging and blocking other girls. Ellie passed the ball over. I stood on the outside of the D, and passed to Lucy, who shot the ball into the net. “Yeah!” I grinned, high- fiving Lucy. We had won the game. “Alright girls, well done.” Said Coach Parsons. “See you next Monday.” Me and Lucy jogged back to the changing rooms. “Good game, we rocked dude!” She turned to me and grinned. “Yeah, was awesome,” I said, gathering my bags. “Seeya tomorrow, love you.” I said, giving Lucy a hug. “Love you too” She mumbled into my shoulder. I walked along the path, leaves crunching beneath me. It was a lovely October’s day. I looked around for my car, confused. I fumbled in my school bag for my phone, calling my Mum. It dialled, but then I heard my name being called. “Jazz! Jazz, we’re in Sarah’s car, jump in.” My sister, Kate, belted out from the old green car infront of my eyes. “Hey!” I said, stepping into my auntie’s antique vehicle. “Daff!” Charlie, my three year old cousin shouted in my face. He called me Daff when he was a baby, instead of Jazz. I gave him a little hug, and talked to Sarah. She asked me how my day was, as we drove back home. “Great, we just won the game. I think we’re in the finals now!” I said, grinning. I loved netball. “My legs are aching though, it’ll be a struggle to ballet later.” I said. I did not love netball ask much I adored ballet. I had been doing it for nine years. “Hm, I don’t think you’ll be doing ballet tonight babe.” Sarah replied. “Why? Is something happening?” I asked, curious. “Dad was taken to hospital this morning. It’s nothing serious. Mum’s up in the hospital, so I’ll be looking after you. We’re gonna skip ballet tonight I think. Don’t worry though gorgeous;
It’s going to be all right.”
But of course, it wasn’t.
Just to add to this, this story is a true story. I thought I would write about what's happened, everything. Thought I'd get it off my chest. Do not read it if you're going to leave comments saying this is stupid, or attention seeking. I do not need that.
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