Writing

It was A cold winter's night, the winds were howling outside my window, It was starting to rain and we were all hoping for snow. I was laying on my bed dreaming of being outside with no school the next day and having snowball fights with my sister. We had no heating running through the house so I climbed down from my bed, got a cushion and some pillows and snuggled up against my radiator, all was peaceful, and I started to wonder when my dad was going to come home from work, I had finished all my homework and used all my computer time so that was really the only care in the world for me, I imagined myself running down the stairs to greet him, and telling him about the snow that would maybe fall soon. I was so caught up in my own thoughts, when the door slammed downstairs I jumped out of my skin, the door groaned back into its place, I knew that nobody else was going to be coming that night so I bounced down the hall, I was looking over the railing and I saw him. He was just standing there, first putting his work bag on the ground, then slowly taking off his winter coat, then as he said, “I’m home” thats when I looked up. It was too late, I was already traveling at such a high speed it wouldn’t of even mattered if I had tried to stop myself, I was about to run into my sister at terminal velocity, she was slowly walking to her room, with her headphones plugged into her Ipod. As I rammed into her, her device went flying along with her headphones that were forcefully yanked from her ears, It clearly hurt her, and she expressed it on me, she pinned my arms behind my back pushed me to the ground and started punch/slapping me, my dad ran up the stairs and grabbed Grace of from me, he told her to stop that and never do it again, she snapped at me then continued her journey to her room. My dad asked me If I was alright then hugged me. He recently got back from a trip to Japan as he had lived here before, he was also holding a bag that contained something mysterious, I asked him what it was and he explained that It was something called Katsu-Curry. He said it was really tasty so I went along with it. We walked downstairs, He freshened up from his rainy ride home from work and we walked into the kitchen, I saw my mom on the family computer shopping for groceries online so we could have something to eat this week. When she saw us, she got up and went and hugged my dad, she didn’t hug me though, sad but I got over it. She took the bag and put it on the counter mischievously, I didn’t think much of it though, she took the curries out and heated them up in the run-down microwave of ours, it squeaked but it got the job done, I got glasses for the four of us, two milk for me and my mom, and two waters for my sister and my dad. I carried my glass carefully upstairs to the living room where we would watch a tv episode of our favorite show at the time “The Good Place” It was very funny and my dad was right about the curry being very tasty. When the episode was over and I was finishing up my glass of milk, my parents turned to me and my sister, then they announced they had some very big news that they needed to share with us, at first I thought we were in trouble but then I remembered how my dad acts when we are in trouble, very different from now, he seemed excited which was odd for him and how we typically acts. They told us about how the curry was from a very nice Japanese restaurant, and how my dad was just in Japan, it turns out that he was at a job interview, Then they announced the big news they were hiding… We were going to move to Japan!

They said phew because they were aching to tell us. I was sad as anybody would be, I had made so many good friends here in England, I didn’t want to move away, I was skeptical about it, I didn’t know if they were being serious, my sister started tearing up, she is older than me and she was crying. After everything settled down I was instructed to bring the tray of curry downstair, It was a big tray, I grabbed it by the handles and slowly started walking towards the stairs, one step after the other, easy right. No. Walking straight was easy, not knowing where you are stepping with no hand on the railing while carrying a heavy tray, not so much, I was half way down when my leg started to tremble, one after the other all my limbs started to shake, I knew there was not much time, so I balanced the tray on one hand and grabbed the railing, but that just made it worse, too much weight was being put on one hand, my legs gave out, the curry went flying into the sky, and the tray, I looked up and it was coming right down on me, I was bonked on the head, My mom and dad ran to me and asked if I was ok, while my sister walked past me and laughed. My dad flicked my sister and told her to go to her room. I took a shower and got ready for bed, I past out thinking of what life would be like in Japan.