Macbeth

Macbeth

´╗┐When you turn on the TV what do you see? Adverts after adverts of charities such as Macmillan asking viewers to donate money to help out their organisation for families. But you never really think that money could help your family, do you?
It was early in the morning, well when I say early I mean around 10:30am but that's early for me. I was up, washed and dressed ready to start the day. The screeching of the car brake pulled up outside the house, same sound, same spot and same people walking towards the front door. The crunch like sound that came from the handle as it opened and the foot stomps on the front door mat scraping as the feet dragged back cleaning the shoes, the same sound you hear inside your head when eating a bag of crisps. The same two faces appeared from behind the oak door. No sound, just blank faces. I carried on through to the kitchen but still not one peep came from behind me. A few second later both my mum and brother joined me through in the dining room where I was told gently to 'sit down for a few minutes' those sixty seconds were to prove the longest most harrowing seconds I have get to experience.
My favourite place in the whole world is on the high street in town, shopping for all the latest trends and spending all my money. Shopping makes me exultant, wearing new clothes gives me more confidence that I've always wanted. It was just a few weeks ago I was looking for the perfect summer clothes to take on holiday, we were going to Portugal, just the four of us, and obviously dad was there to treat me, I take advantage of these times as his excuse is always 'do you need it, or want it' but this time It was actually a need. I got some of the loveliest things. All of which were still hanging up in my wardrobe with the tags still on, saving them for the week we were away. But I never knew they would stay hanging there for weeks after we were meant to leave.
My brother and I, facing each other at different sides of the table, my mum had...

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