Marc

Marc Awoke To A Banging On His Door.

“MARC! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? OPEN THIS DOOR NOW!” A Manly Voice Burst Out.

Marc Stood Up Quickly And Smoothed His Auburn Hair. He Straightened His Blue Striped Pyjama’s And Unlocked The Door To His Room.  

“Yes?” He Said Coolly.

“You Know That You Don’t Ever Lock The Door.” Mrs Dyer Slapped Him Across The Face, But Carefully Enough To Make Sure It Didn’t Leave A Mark.

“Yeah. I Know That.” Marc Clenched His Teeth Together, Trying Not To Care About The Slap Or The Way Her Voice Pierced His Ear-Drums. She Looked Him All Over, As He Did To Her, He Looked A Mess, While She Had A Neat Dress On And Her Hair Was Completely Perfect, Her Face, However, Was Not As Nice. Someone Had Obviously Forgotton That Bright Red Lipstick Was For Your Lips, Not Your Cheeks.

Will And Adam Ran Past The Doorway, She Stumbled, Even Though They Barely Touched Her.

“WILL! ADAM!” She Ran After Them, But Turned Back To Marc.

“Just Be Careful. I’m The Only One You’ve Got Now Your Parents Are Dead.” She Turned Again, Smiling Secretly; She Took Joy In Others Suffering, Some People Are Just Like That, Marc Guessed, As He Slammed The Door Behind Him And Got Dressed Slowly.

The End

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