[Magic]

Ok, this dates back from Year 10 (December 2006 :O), and it was my coursework for English GCSE. It had to be based on 'Your Shoes' a short story in our English Anthology, and I got the best in the class, an A* for it.

Basically in the original, a teenage daughter has ran away, and the mum is a phsco. Here I am the dad of the daughter, and the phscos wife.

I'll post it in a few parts.

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PART ONE -

What makes you do it? You drove her away. You turned it on me. It’s always my fault. Every time any thing happens it’s my fault. Me. All blame me.

You know what I said to her that night I didn’t mean. I really didn’t mean it. It’s just what you said, about her being a “little get around”. It made me angry. It made me think. Do you remember when I first met you? I do, I remember how you used to play with my mind, play tricks. I’d get so angry, so wound up. I would promise myself I would never see you again. But then you would come back to me, say you were sorry. I’d forgive you, bigger the fool me. Thinking back you were a “little get around”. You would act so sweet. So innocent. Such a kind, perfect, person. But you weren’t. When your ‘daddy’ would go you were horrid. You were a liar. You lied.

When she was younger I remember how you would turn her against me. Try to keep us separated. When I would get back from work you would be sitting down, the both of you, cuddled up together. Chatting, laughing. I’d try to join you. I tried to speak to her. Speak to you. But no. As soon as I would get through the door you would send her to bed. Not let her see her ‘dad’. I wasn’t good enough. I was never good enough.

At the weekends it was the same. Do you remember that time
I booked us all a holiday. I was so excited. Yes, excited. A forty four year old excited about a weekend away. It was going to be the first time we were all together. As a ‘family’. But of course my plans were to good to be true. You ‘forgot’. You forgot that the builder was coming to sort out the extension. He’d be here by Saturday morning you said. So I waited. And waited. I waited all day. No body came, not a soul. You tricked me didn’t you? You lied. You didn’t want me to get anywhere near your precious daughter, so you lied.

Why did you shut me out of her life? She hated me. You poisoned her against me. Whenever she was doing a play or there was a parents evening you would always say to her “Daddy’s too busy to come sweetheart” or “Daddy’s not got time princess”. I did have time. I always had time for her. I wanted to know her. I wanted to love her. But you wouldn’t let me. I was never aloud to go near her. She was mummy’s girl. When she was younger she was always with you. You were both joined at the hip.

But then the flaws came. She grew up. You were dumped. Left behind. You were ‘long gone’. She was popular now. She was ‘Little miss plastic’. Something you never were at her age. You would get so angry. When I was laid off work you would moan at me all day. Say it was my fault. Say I didn’t bring her up right, say I never paid a interest in her, and now we would all pay the price. But it wasn’t my fault was it? It was yours.