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I lay back on my bed. The rain threw itself at my window in an angry temper. A draught was blowing through the crack in my window sill that Dad had never got round to filling in. I threw my book on my floor and sighed. So much for the exciting summer that my friends had promised. Jess was off in America again, and Sam... Well, Sam was too involved with her latest love affair to take the slightest bit of notice of the boring pit that was my life. I glanced at my phone, but was yet again, greeted by a blank screen. No '1 new text message' for me. Not that I expected one, seeing as Jess and Sam were my only friends, and we weren't really that close at that. I liked them, but we didn't share the deep bond that me and my friends back in Cornwall had. They'd forgotten about me too. Two years is a long time not to have any contact with somebody. I'd got the message.
An eagle's screech awoke me from my reverie.
'Gemma! Gemma! Have you seen the state this kitchen is in? This is NOT GOOD ENOUGH! I've had it up to here with your..rudeness! It's not like you've got anything else to do!' Yeah, thanks Mum, thanks for reminding me.
'I've asked once, all I want is this kitchen tidy! It will only take ten minutes, but your highness obviously is above all that! I suppose I'll have to do it shall I...'
I closed my mind off, with only the occasional shriek of 'Gemma!' penetrating my mind. I wanted excitement. It wasn't a lot to ask. Or, for something to happen. I contemplated running away, just for something to do...
It was while I was sitting on my bed that I heard a crash. Not a big one, nothing that would make me foresee the damage and pain that lay ahead, but a big enough one to make me lift my head enough to hear a groan, as if someone was in pain. I cocked my head again, and heard that groan again. I was about to lay back down when I heard my name being called.
'Gemma? Gemma...Could you... I just need...' It was my mum. Figuring she'd twisted her ankle again (it was prone to twisting, or breaking) I rushed downstairs. And screamed.
Half an hour later, my mum was proclaimed dead. Murder was suspected.