Unexpected+Christmas+Present

I hate the school gym, It always makes me feel like nobody cares about me, exspecially when we play dodge ball and I'm the target. Also when we have to get into teams andI am always the last person to get chosen oh well, I guess sports is not my best subject.

hi I'm Harriet, Harriet Mckenzie. Today is your average Friday, for me, the last day of school. Normally, for you, you would be happy and cant wait untill the holidays. But for me, it's a nightmare in progress.

You see, my parents devorsed when i was still in my mother's stomach and so i have never seen my dad. See he is a fisherman, so i never see him. Mum says he is lost at sea but i think he is just to busy for his own daughter. But I dont really care about him my dad because i know nearly everything about him. And i have seen alot of photos of him.i was an "acsidental" child so my doesnt even know i exsist. I still sort of miss him but I normally am too busy with my own life.

I love my friends. They are so cool. Especially because they are trustworthy, honest and very humorious. Their names are Luke, Lily (the twins) and Chelsea. They are the best friends ever. See, I'm home schooled so i dont normally see my friends much. But i can still write letters to them with my enviro-friendly paper, not by e-mail because we dont have a computer and we dont have a T.V. either. The only electronics in our house are the lights so we can see and a fridge for mum's home made spinach soup and all of the other vegetarian left overs. (A.K.A. discusting!!!).

"Harriet, clean up your room before Nana comes over please" "yes mum". As a typical nine year old, my room was always messy and it normally takes about an hour to clean it up but today it only took fifteen minutes because I cleaned it up two days ago.

As I was cleaning up under my bed I found a faded, torn up book with a dusty red cover.I dusted the book off to find Douglas Redmond written in gold letters.I opened the musty book. The title was written in swirly writing saying "Douglas's Drawing Book, 1965. I worked out that this book was over forty years old. Using my math wizz brain I worked out that my dad was nine years old like me. I flicked through a couple of blank pages until I came to a page of sketches of a cat. Under the well drawn cat i could only just make out the lettering.It said "Charlie" in tiny writing. Then when i went to turn the page something fell out. I put the book down carefully and picked up the stuff that fell out. They look like job applications for a job at the zoo to paint and design the enclosures.But isn't Dad a fisherman? I thought his job was to catch fish! I was so shocked that my whole family lied to me.

I rushed out to the kitchen. "Mum why did you lie to me!!" "About what honey?!? " "Dad. I found his book under my bed, and it had everything in it! " I could feel my eyes blotching up with tears. Finally a tear welled down my hot flushed cheek.