â€œYouâ€™re going to be late for school Brianâ€ Shona called from the bottom of the stairs. â€œGod what is it with this boy and his sleepâ€ she mumbled to herself as she walked back to the kitchen. The wallpaper was beginning to peel off and the cupboard doors were uneven, all the mechanical devices had gone rusty and wouldnâ€™t work unless you hit it or something. â€œThis kitchen needs to be changed from head to toeâ€ she groaned while trying to stick the bread in the toast machine, â€œI know love, but you know how things are at work right nowâ€ he said as he lifted his head from the Monday paper. â€œAt the moment? For Christ sake Artemis, things have always been like this at your work, ...view middle of the document...
..out...of...bed...dadâ€ he tried to shout back at the same time trying to squeeze in to his trousers. It had been ages since he had grown out of them and his school bag looked like it was passed from his great grandfather.
He quickly ran down the stairs â€œmorninâ€™ dadâ€ he said jumping on to his fathers arms.
â€œGod your getting heavy by the dayâ€ Artemis said trying to balance himself.
â€œAnd bigger look at my trousers, I need a new oneâ€ pointing to his trousers â€œand a new bagâ€ he added. â€œHmm, well weâ€™ll look for a bag on Sunday at the car boot sale and canâ€™t your mum do something about those trousers?â€ Artemis frowned.
â€œIf I do they wonâ€™t be a trouser, theyâ€™ll be sleeves for a shirtâ€ she said coming from the kitchen with a sandwich â€œhereâ€™s your lunchâ€ Shona added passing the butter & cottage cheese sandwich to Brian.
â€œWhat! Cottage cheese? Again? Iâ€™ve been eating the same stuff for a week now. Donâ€™t we have any peanut butter or something?â€
â€œWe will if you bring home some moneyâ€ replied Shona carelessly, she had heard the same complaint for a week know â€œAh come on dad,â€ continued Brian â€œyour not serious about the car boot sale thing are you? all my friends have got Nike and stuff, why canâ€™t I?â€ groaned Brian.
â€œI am most certainly serious young man, who do think I am, a millionaire?â€
â€œYouâ€™re my dad, so start acting like one!â€ Brian shouted. He quickly ran out of the house before his dad could say anything.
â€œOi, come back here, NOW!â€ Artemis shouted in vein. â€œWhat did I say?â€ he turned round to Shona, but she was walking towards the kitchen. â€œAre you going to ask for a pay raise or not?â€ was her last sentence. Artemis sighed took his jacket and went out. The pavement was still wet from yesterdayâ€™s rain, he hugged his jacket tighter as he walked along the cold grey streets. Shona watched him from the dirty windows, she felt sorry for him, but he was so naive and weak, as if his name was intended to be a paradox. All he did was feel sorry for everyone, care for everyone apart from himself. It had been 12 years since they had met and he was the same naive and weak man from then till today. Just then the kettle started to boil, and she poured the hot water in to the mug to make some tea. After stirring the sugar into the mug, she went to her favourite chair, taking the photo album with her. As she turned the pages of the album one by one, she tried to recount the memories of college. She was the most popular and the prettiest girl in the school. Her lessons were not perfect, but she was the leader of the girlsâ€™ volleyball team. Snapping out of her memories for a second, she looked towards the mirror on the other side of the room. Apart from the few extra pounds she had put on, she was still perfect, her long straight legs and her even curves would turn any men around for a second glance. She turned her eyes back to the album and the memories. She was beautiful...