The Start to my Troubles

The start to Bridget's troubles.

Spring cleaning. I could scream at the top of my lungs but still nobody would hear because of all the vacuuming.

I got onto the, as mother would call it refurnishing but as I would say, demolishing of my bedroom. I had to think of something to stop that from happening. I got it.

"Mother, the attic is worse than my room. Can I start up there?"

"Fine Bridget. After that though it's to your room!"

I loved the attic because I found out a lot of things about my family but usually good things until today.

Up I go into the dark, crowded and stuffy attic of the Hughes Home.

I have to start. I can't go back now. It's better then my room.

I saw photos of mother with her class in kindergarten and father with his mates committing what we would call today social suicide with what he was attempting to wear. Then I found something. A note saying:

Dear Bridget & Samuel,

When you read this I might be gone and so might your mother.

Let me explain, I have run away taking your mother with me because

something very important has come up so we will be leaving you

 and we may not see you again.

This may be very hard to take, I can imagine.

I am very sorry.

I love you both so much.

Love your father

Colin Hughes

xoxo

"Sam!" I cried.

"What?'

"Come here, I found something you need to read!"

"Coming!"

Sam came and I read him the letter.

"What does it mean?"

"Let's find out."

We got down from the attic and we went to the lounge room where mum was cleaning and there was a trail of blood leading out the door and to where the car was.

We checked everywhere for mother and father and then we realised.... We had been abandoned!