| QUOTE | "Oh, no! Not baked beans for dinner again, Mum!" moaned her teenage daughter, Alice.
Frankly, Sue was surprised that Alice had managed to see anything beyond the copy of 'Seventeen' magazine that her face seemed to be permanently glued to these days. She didn't know which was worse: being forced to talk to a picture of the insanely cheerful and improbably pretty cover girl, or having the glossy mag flung onto the table with an sigh of absolute disgust, followed by the invariably curled lip, and the Neanderthal grunts that emanated from the sullen face of her dearest offspring.
Alice had been such a lovely baby, everyone had said so. But these days they seemed to have nothing in common. Gone were the days of pretty-in-pink, and here to stay were bare midriffs and music Sue didn't understand. She was sure that music had a tune to it in her day.
"I've not got time to cook anything else, love," Sue explained, holding in an exasperated sigh of her own. "I've got to work tonight. Important deadline tomorrow."
"Don't bother then. I'll have a pizza with Kirsty later."
Alice tossed her head, and submerged beneath the magazine once more.
Suddenly, Sue snapped. she leaned across the table and wrenched the magazine from her daughter's hands. There was a ripping noise as the paper came apart, rending between mother and daughter. Both stared at each other; identical horror flooding both faces. |
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After her O.W.L.s Hope had managed to persuade her dad to give her a crash course in what he laughingly referred to as “Parseltongue for tourists”. Being in Slytherin, she’d thought it had been the epitome of cool to return to school with such useful snakey phrases as “Can you pass the apple pie, please?” and “Would you be good enough to tell me what time the train to Madrid departs from Platform Two?”
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WW 22/08/04, Our first challenge!
bart WW 22/08/04 Aug 22 2004, 07:58 PM
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