I sat down next to mum trying
To focus on the the show
It wasn't working
My legs were shaking and I
Couldn't sit sill I had it something
I asked mum if she wanted a cup of tea
She said yes but I got up before she had finished
Placing the folder on the coffee table
I did not want to be there when she
Opened the folder
I tried not to think about mum
While making the tea but I failed
I kept on peeping into the living room
To see what she was doing
Every time she was just looking
At the folder in the same place I
Left it on the coffee table
It felt like an eternity when she
Finally picked up the folder
I heard her opening it
I heard her turning the page
I heard her lean back
Into the sofa
And I heard her let out a sigh
I wondered what mum was thinking
Was it good news or was it bad news
I was so nervous
My hands were shaking as I
Put the cups and some biscuits
On to a tray
I took a deep breath
And headed for the living room
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I Was Not Ment To Break
Teen FictionPhoebe is dealing with a mum who is never around, four-year-old siblings who need her, her cousin who is going off to university and the only people who understand her, her grandparents. She was not meant to break
