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Trust Mum

Trust mum to buy me a diary for my fifteenth. I should have realized when I saw that smile on her face. You know the one I mean, the sort that just screams “you’re going to hate this present but your mum thinks it’s the most amazing thing in the world for you.” But of course, I got all excited and actually expected her to have got me something decent this year. Ripping off the shiny pink wrapping paper I was faced with the monstrosity of monstrosities. The cover was lime green leather, with a fluorescent purple heart sewed into the middle. The pages inside were all a matching shade of purple with green lines etched into the paper.

“So?” My mother asked. “What do you think?” I didn’t reply straight away. The diary lay in the palms of my hands. “It’s so you can write down your feeling and emotions.” She babbled, practically bouncing up and down in excitement. I didn’t want to write down my feelings and emotions, I wanted to keep them locked away in my head. Where they belonged. “I just saw it in the shop and thought of you straight away.” Thought of me, my mother must be out of her mind, how could she see this and think of me? “I just knew you would love it”Steadily I looked up at her and plastered on my widest, fakest smile.

“I love it mum” I told her, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice. In the corner my little brother was practically wetting himself, “really I do.” I’m not joking, at this she actually squealed and clapped her hands.

“I always wanted a diary when I was little” she gushed, “But we could never afford to waste money” She looked sad for a moment, Gran and Granddad had had never been well off, and mum had worked really hard to make sure that Stuart and I always had what we wanted. Within seconds though she returned to her normal over hyperactive state that resembled a five year old on E numbers. She leapt up and catapulted herself out of the sitting room, as she crashed around the kitchen searching for candles and the cake. I was left with a brother in hysterics and diary that I had to now fill.

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Carol Forrester is a twenty-four year old writer trying to be a better one. Don’t ask her what her hobbies are because the list doesn’t get much beyond, reading, writing and talking about the same. She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University and various poems and stories scattered across the net. Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry’s. Most recently, her poem ‘Sunsets’ was featured on Eyes Plus Words, and her personal blog Writing and Works hosts a mass of writing from across the last five years. She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and is always open to writing more and hosting guest bloggers here on Writing and Works. With hopes of publishing a novel in the next five years and perhaps a collection or two of smaller works, Carol Forrester is nothing if not ambitious. Her writing tries to cover every theme in human life and a lot of her work pulls inspiration from her own eccentric family in the rural wonders of Shropshire life.

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