JSM - Edition Two

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couldn’t get out. Then another time she tied all the sheets from everyone’s beds together and tossed it out the window, planning to climb down. She took Abbey with her because Abbey would be sensible when they actually got to the streets, unlike Lily. Abbey took a wrong step and slipped, her screams woke up Mrs Veral and their punishment was that her broken leg and wrist had to heal themselves. After a couple more times of failure she eventually gave up, it felt hopeless. Mrs Veral did eventually return, as she slammed the girls room door, about to yell at them once again, her dark blonde coloured hair got stuck. She let out a tiny yelp and all the girls in the room burst into laughter. “Well, I was about say time for breakfast, but you can continue to clean instead I guess,” Mrs Veral barked. “But I’m hungry,” whimpered the youngest girl, Mia. She is four, so only three years younger than Lily, but Lily treats her like the baby sister she never had. “No lunch for all of you either then!” Mrs Veral declared before she stomped out of the room. “Thanks a lot Mia,” grunted Betty, rolling her eyes and turning away. Instead of bursting into tears, Mia stuck her thumb into her mouth and bit down hard. Hours went by, it felt like days. The room was completely clean so they had nothing else to do, just wait. Mrs Veral’s room was right next to theirs so after a couple of hours of extra cleaning, Mrs Veral popped her head out of the rusty old window and banged on the girl’s one. Abbey opened it quickly hoping it was someone coming to rescue them. “Dinner is leftovers,” Mrs Veral snapped, handing them a week old garbage bag. “That’s dinner, really,” Abbey responded. “That or nothing,” she exclaimed, leaving them to be. After not eating all day their stomachs rumbled like volcanoes about to erupt, so they ripped open the bag like wild possums. They fought each other for anything edible. They munched on apple cores, banana peels and scraped dried yogurt out of bowls. They threw the empty rubbish bag out the win- dow and tucked themselves into bed for another restless night’s sleep. Chapter Two: The Wilkerson’s Loud music saturates the air making it hard to even think. Barbara Wilkerson poured herself a cup of French Earl Grey tea, her favourite. Then she sat down on her bright lavender coloured lounge chair, she put ear plugs in her ears to block the sound of her adopted 28-year-old son Buddy (the coach pota- to) and the rest of his band. She opened her new book, ‘Lavender Moon’. She loves lavender so much that in her 20’s during her wild streak, she literally put a wild streak of lavender in her short chestnut brown hair. Sadly, since she just turned sixty, that phase has passed and she is left with a grey mop on her head. Back then she fell in love with a DJ Master, Gary Wilkerson and until this day they are still happily married. They sat there together as the hours faded away. The never ending song kept going. It must have gotten longer since yesterday or was that just their pain talking? “I think we need to tell Buddy, to well, get a life!” Barbara barked to Gary in a frustrated voice.

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