Keys Please Mate
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Kassie Church, Grade 7
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Short Story
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2009
“Why do I have to clean the pool, it doesn’t seem fair, Mum told you to clean out the pool and empty the bin,” I yelled so my tonsils were sore. “Well they’re not going to clean themselves now are they?” she asked, so the cup cakes would not hear her.
“You’re such a drama queen and stop talking to your cup cakes like there your children, it’s creepy,” I said with a quiver to my voice.
“Hey girls, I forgot my keys can you help me find them please? Kassie, you’re coming with me to work today because I need a hand,” Dad said.
Before I could answer Sara, was in like a flash. “What about me can I come too Daddy?” she asked with them wide open eyes which she used to get her own way with. I was praying that Dad didn’t buy it.
“No, sorry honey I need someone small that will get dirty and I know you don’t like getting dirty so that’s why I chose Kassie,” he said with out a doubt in his voice. So before he changed his mind I was in the car in a flash and nothing was said and nothing was done until Dad got in the car with his bus pass.
“Why do you have your bus pass Dad?” I asked, “Because I still can’t find the keys so we have to catch the local bus. Do you have a bus pass?” he asked as we got out of the car.
Then I noticed that Dad’s keys were still in the car door. “Hey Dad um…..your car keys are in the door,” I said trying not to let him see me smile.
“I knew that, ok, we are already late so hurry up and get in the car please, we are in a rush,” he said impressed.
We got to the main intersection when Dad was about to go round the roundabout, then I heard a screeching noise. Our car was going side ways, before I had a chance to say anything I was thrown through the window and landed smack on the ground. I was unconscious; when I woke up I was in hospital, after surgery. I heard one of the nurses say that I was awake and breathing fine so I was taken to the recovery ward.
I had tests and a blood test done, in all I came up positive and seemed to be living the life, but I could not remember what happened to me. The one thing I remember I was with my Dad.
“Nurse, where is my Dad?” I asked wearily.
“Well, he didn’t make it through the surgery.” I just sat on my bed feeling sorry for myself, my family and most of all, my Dad. I’m going to miss him so badly; he was my all time hero.