Missing Marcy

Back at home, Mum made us beans on toast. She stared at me across the kitchen table.

“What did you tell them?”


I told her. She carried on staring while I ate and her beans went cold.

After tea, mum sent me to bed. It was before my bedtime but I couldn’t get to sleep anyway because of the row she was making. It sounded as though she was throwing everything we owned around all the rooms downstairs.

I must have fallen asleep eventually because I was still in my school clothes when mum came and woke me up. It was the middle of the night. She had her cross voice on and told me we had to get away right now!

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