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Disguised Surprise

  • Date Submitted: 12/11/2010 02:48 AM
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Disguised surprise

It was a gloomy and mysterious day, as if something was waiting to go wrong like a fox creeping towards a poultry farm. The mourning was young as I woke up, tired, with my body aching from basketball training the day before. “Lawrence!” shouted my mother. I didn’t move an inch; just tried my hardest to fall back to sleep. “Lawrence don’t make me come up there!” said my mother for the second time. I leaped out of bed as if the mattress had pushed me up and out through the door, running and hoping my mother hasn’t got the belt out again. My mother was in the kitchen getting her purse ready to march her eager self over to Splott market. “Lawrence do you want anything from Splott market?” My face lit up and I had only one thing running through my brain. “Sweets!” I said. My eyes were excited and drool poured from my mouth like water off Niagra falls.

My mothers expression didn’t change, she knew it was coming. “Oh why did I ask, all you seem to be into is sweets and video games. Why don’t you go out to the cinema with friends or something?” shuffle shuffle, I back upstairs to my cozy bed. My mother smiled.

Boom! The front door crashed shut as my mother flashed out the house with nothing but green in her eyes. She sprinted into the car. Vroom vroom! She was a formula 1 racer speeding to the finish line as she arrived at Splott market, with her hand glued to her purse, As my mother strongly strolled consistently towards each stall in the loud, old, lively market.

“Strawberries for a pound!” “Get your everyday meats here, half price!” “Cheap as chips!” said the market traders as they waved their merchandise around like kids with new toys. Bargain hunters were ravaging through crowds, they were cavemen rushing for their next feast. The smell of hot doughnuts was smoothly spreading throughout the market like Chinese whispers. If I were there the smell would have taken me away like an angel rising to heaven. My mother left the market with a...

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