Wednesday, 10 February 2010
08:55:42 PM (GMT)
Part if it was cut off.
My parents are some of the most amazing people I have ever met in my entire life. My
mother is a fragrance specialist. So, she gets to travel around the world and find
ingredients for companies to use in their new products. My father is a “high
–sky” photographer. He travels around the world too, taking pictures of
everything to Royalty to dead things. So, I have kind of wanted to work in both jobs.
They are two things I love, and you should aim for something you love for a career.
Anyway, I walked down the staircase and through the foyer and two chairs stood, their
backs turned to me. I had a bad feeling about this. I mean, I had a really bad
feeling about this.
The chairs turned slowly in unison. My parents were sitting in the chairs, infront of
me; giving me expressionless faces. They almost looked like wax figures, but they
were living and breathing. I was frozen within my own fear. I croaked “Mom, Dad is
something wrong?’. My mother’s face stayed the same, but my father became stern.
“Tessa, where did you get that necklace?’. I looked down and my necklace had all
of the gems from this afternoon, plus the other ones from the other days. “I do not
know”, I croaked again. I could feel my rib cage wanting to break like a glass
vase. My parents went bugged eyed and the said, in almost a robotic tone We need to