Task 34 - She Came She Divided She Conquered

Opening 10

I chose the tenth opening because I thought it was original and gripping. This opening had a different mood and tone to other openings and that's what I thought gave it its originality. Nothing was too rushed or too slow and much of what was said seemed rather relevant in setting the scene; I prefer text which is pithy, concise and a lot more straight to the point however not so much so that it becomes rushed.

She Came She Divided She Conquered:

It was so not my fault, not one bit. Seriously though, why blame me out of all the people? I'm an innocent child for god sakes. Trying to help has obviously become a crime over night hasn't it, or a more likely thing: I've been trapped in a grown up trap where they can't blame each other because it's everybody's fault, so hey let's blame the innocent one.

Not much was as it seemed that day; looks were certainly proving to be deceiving. Quite unexpected I guess. I didn't know what to say, she came through the door in a skirt and a, well a top I suppose; looked more like an inaccurately cut piece of fabric if you ask me. Her hair was tied up in a bun at the back of her head, perhaps her attempt to look elegant? I could tell immediately, without her having to say a word, it was safe for me to call her a "freshy". The amount of make up was incredible; it was as if she'd just got booted out from a fucking circus. She didn't seem like the woman/girl (I didn't know how old she was yet) that he'd bring home. Maybe I was just too young to understand eh? Ha nar, that's just a common excuse grown-ups pick with when they know they're wrong.

Mary: from Hong-Kong apparently? I doubt any of that was true, I know for a fact her name was definitely not Mary, I mean come on cut the bullshit; she couldn't even speak English how the fuck could her name be Mary?

Dad put on one his famous pretend to be jolly moods and smiled away like a wind up toy. Once he’d got to introducing me he simply gave a few orders, not surprising I suppose, have to admit though I was a little optimistic.

“Faizan! Get the luggage, boil the kettle, lock up the car and close the door when you’re inside. She wants 2 and a half sugars with extra milk.”

He only ever said anything once, never repeated himself. He would of course wait a few seconds but if there was no reply then he’d use plan B; actions speak louder than words.

“… Ok” I done what I was instructed to do and he continued to perform his jolly tour guide role.

Once I’d got the luggage I noticed Mum looking on rather slyly and I decided to make a dangerous move and try and hold a conversation with her.

“Where dya want the bags?”
“… In the bin, go use your brain put them somewhere where they won’t get in the way”

And that was it, the failed attempt of a conversation with my mother. She always possessed a rather unique ability to take my mood right out of me punch it in the face, turn it upside down, inside out and put it back in me and all in a matter of seconds. Apparently it’s an ability all women have, lucky me? My mother had mastered it better than the rest.