|My Mother's Hat (standard:drama, 639 words)|
|Author: Olygs||Added: Oct 05 2001||Views/Reads: 2281/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A short description of the embarrasment I felt at my mothers hat.|
I couldnít believe it. My mother was the biggest embarrassment any one could invent. There must be some evil conspiracy against me. How did I end up getting conceived by someone who wears a big red owl hat for some kind of fun? It wasnít even necessary. And the fact that we were walking down a crowded street on a Saturday afternoon didnít seem to worry her at all. Why? I really donít know. Some form of insanity probably. We were in a hat shop, and she just picked it up. Right from the top shelf. She saw it as soon as we walked in. It cost her £7.00. Iím not giving any prizes for anyone who guesses the reason. For three hours we had been walking around town, and at the end of it she got a damn owl hat. She is horrible; she doesnít let me do anything. I barely go out of the house when its not school time. Even when it is she escorts me. Iím fifteen years old and my mother escorts me to school. My dad left her because of that. I mean because sheís so horrible. There one night, gone the next morning. Heís never got in contact. Not with anyone. Luckily my mother had an insurance policy in case anything ever happened to him, so weíre not badly off. We would be. Sheís so lazy she would never get a job. At night she goes out boozing. I mean every night. Most evenings I donít even hear her come in she comes back so late. How many poor kids have an alcoholic for a mother? Most nights I just sit in, watching TV. Thatís what I did last night. Well, I canít remember it but I assume thatís what I did. I donít know if that ever happens to you, when you canít remember what you do the night before, but it happens to me. I think itís because every night is so dull and the same. You lose track. My mother is probably a psychopath to be honest. I canít remember her beating me when I was a child, but Iím sure she did. Must have done. No one walks round town in a big red owl hat and doesnít beat their kids. It was blood red as well. No one walks round town in a big blood red owl hat and doesnít beat their kids. Definitely a psychopath. I was sure the police were going to come up any minute now. No, they would have called for backup. It would be an entire squad of armed cops. Maybe they had been planning for months, waiting till she was an easy snatch. I could imagine them. ĎDrop your bags! Put your hands on the street!í In fact, they would probably consider that too dangerous. More likely they would just take her down with sharpshooters. What if they thought I was with her? Damnit, I was with her. Thereís no way they would let me live if they thought I was. Especially not if I was her son. I might be infected. Well, at least it would be quick. Anyway, Iíd always wanted to know if bullets travelled faster than sound. I suppose it would be one way to find out. Well, not if they are. I probably wouldnít have much time to think about it even if they werenít. My mother stopped to answer her mobile phone. She had one of those terrible tune ring tones. I donít see why she canít just use the vibrator. In fact, I donít see why anyone would want to phone her. Ring tones shouldnít be a problem. I wandered whether the person on the other end of the line knew what she was wearing. BANG! BANG! Except I didnít hear the second shot. Tweet
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