A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
A Writer's Wonderland [PDF] - University of Portsmouth
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Athea Husted<br />
First year Creative Writing and English student.<br />
Monday<br />
We’re in the kitchen. The shiny kettle wobbles about,<br />
preparing to rocket into outer space as steam erupts from the spout and crawls around the<br />
kitchen, pressed down by the cupboards mounted on the wall. The conservatory, like a glass<br />
bubble, captures the light <strong>of</strong> summer and bathes the room in it, including us. I am happy, I am<br />
safe. Every Monday, I dash home from lessons at 11 o’clock because I prefer to spend my three<br />
hour break surrounded by familiarity and comfort, rather than wandering pointlessly about the<br />
vast emptiness <strong>of</strong> the college. Mum is in the kitchen, ironing and quietly filling the house with<br />
love. She pauses ‘Holby City’ on the iPlayer as I come in, dumping the accessories <strong>of</strong> my<br />
education about the house and asks me about my day. Enthusiastically, I relieve myself <strong>of</strong> the<br />
anger perched in my mind about an idiot driver, or update her on the latest developments <strong>of</strong> my<br />
friend’s eccentric love life. I stop the stream <strong>of</strong> my day only to ask her if she wants a cup <strong>of</strong> tea –<br />
as always, the answer is ‘yes’.<br />
This Monday, however, is different. My little brother, Nathan, has no school because <strong>of</strong><br />
an inset day so he’s at home ‘Driving me barmy,’ Mum tells me. I smile because I know it’s true.<br />
He’s okay for the moment though, as I can hear him half-muttering the Scooby-Doo theme in a<br />
sing-song voice so he’s occupied and probably has his eyes glued to the screen, completely<br />
mesmerised by everyone’s favourite talking dog. The conversation moves onto how the new<br />
Scooby-Doo could never outdo the old original. I’m only seventeen but I’m already old enough<br />
to reminisce about dated cartoons and penny sweets.<br />
We’re in the process <strong>of</strong> debating the pros and cons <strong>of</strong> ‘Tutti Fruities’ and ‘Black Jacks’<br />
when Nate comes crashing into the room, clearly unable to entertain himself for all <strong>of</strong> the two<br />
minute advert break. His dinosaur roar stops our conversation dead and his light blue eyes glint<br />
impishly. He knows he’s being cheeky, interrupting our conversation, but he loves the attention<br />
and can’t keep the excited, toothy grin from his lips. Nate raises a little leg high and stomps it<br />
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