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A woman around the age of 32 gave birth to her sekunde child on the 28th of February 1856. A two mwaka old girl sat with her father watching as if it held interest to her. The woman was relaxed. The father watched just as engrossed as his two mwaka old Daughter. A short dakika later Thomas Johnson bent down to his daughter Hannah. “Say hello to Demetri, Hannah. He’s your new little brother” Hannah took one look at Thomas before beginning to cry. I remember hearing Hannah Cry and Crying myself. I was born with dark green eyes. Like my father. My mother was fair haired and in that I took after her.
7 years later
“Demetri, Will wewe behave” My father Shouted. I skidded to a halt. “Now stop messing around and help your sister with the chores.” My life felt like it had been constant chores ever since my mother Caroline Johnson had died. She had died in an accident where she worked. I didn’t really know what had happened to her. Just that we were all upset. Hannah was Dads favourite child. He made that obvious. I had always been closer to mother than him. “Why can’t wewe just be like your sister?” I heard my father mutter. It was hard to live up to Hannah. In this world right now only Hannah seemed to understand me properly. But I could never live up to her in fathers eyes. No matter how hard I tried. I found Hannah in the jikoni washing up. “Have wewe been annoying daddy again Demetri?” Hannah Smiled. “I was only having fun Hannah” I alisema innocently. She sighed. “I know but wewe have to remember how hard it is for him after...” We never spoke of mother anymore. One of us would always cry. Usually Hannah. I picked up a piece of rag and dried up. “DEMETRI JOHNSON!” I heard my father shout. “Oh dear what have wewe done now?” Hannah asked. I stood confused until my father stormed into the room and hit me. Right there on the back. I yelped falling to the ground. “Daddy” Hannah alisema in disapproval. “I CANT BELEIVE wewe BROKE THE dawati IN THE STUDY. THAT WAS PRICELESS. HOW DARE YOU! NOW GET TO YOUR ROOM.” I began crying but ran as fast as I could to my room slamming shut the door. It wasn’t me that broke the desk. It was Hannah. She made me swear not to tell Father it was her. “Daddy why did wewe do that to him? wewe know he didn’t mean it.” “Hannah just stay out of this your only two years older than him” That was the first time I had ever heard father shout at Hannah. “Oh I’m sorry Han. Come on don’t cry on me like that” Father alisema comforting Hannah. I fell asleep then. I awoke again at midnight. I’d had a dream about what I would do next. I packed one of the only bags I had with 2 other pairs of clothes and a picture of Me, Mum and Hannah. Hannah tossed over in her sleep and I froze on the spot encase she woke up. I sneaked down the corridor and creaked open the front door feeling the cold night air on the bare arms. Then I ran. Faster than I had ever run before. I had no idea where I was going. All I could think was anywhere was better than here with father. And I wouldn’t have to go to school yet either.
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A woman around the age of 32 gave birth to her sekunde child on the 28th of February 1856. A two mwaka old girl sat with her father watching as if it held interest to her. The woman was relaxed. The father watched just as engrossed as his two mwaka old Daughter. A short dakika later Thomas Johnson bent down to his daughter Hannah. “Say hello to Demetri, Hannah. He’s your new little brother” Hannah took one look at Thomas before beginning to cry. I remember hearing Hannah Cry and Crying myself. I was born with dark green eyes. Like my father. My mother was fair haired and in that I took after her.
7 years later
“Demetri, Will wewe behave” My father Shouted. I skidded to a halt. “Now stop messing around and help your sister with the chores.” My life felt like it had been constant chores ever since my mother Caroline Johnson had died. She had died in an accident where she worked. I didn’t really know what had happened to her. Just that we were all upset. Hannah was Dads favourite child. He made that obvious. I had always been closer to mother than him. “Why can’t wewe just be like your sister?” I heard my father mutter. It was hard to live up to Hannah. In this world right now only Hannah seemed to understand me properly. But I could never live up to her in fathers eyes. No matter how hard I tried. I found Hannah in the jikoni washing up. “Have wewe been annoying daddy again Demetri?” Hannah Smiled. “I was only having fun Hannah” I alisema innocently. She sighed. “I know but wewe have to remember how hard it is for him after...” We never spoke of mother anymore. One of us would always cry. Usually Hannah. I picked up a piece of rag and dried up. “DEMETRI JOHNSON!” I heard my father shout. “Oh dear what have wewe done now?” Hannah asked. I stood confused until my father stormed into the room and hit me. Right there on the back. I yelped falling to the ground. “Daddy” Hannah alisema in disapproval. “I CANT BELEIVE wewe BROKE THE dawati IN THE STUDY. THAT WAS PRICELESS. HOW DARE YOU! NOW GET TO YOUR ROOM.” I began crying but ran as fast as I could to my room slamming shut the door. It wasn’t me that broke the desk. It was Hannah. She made me swear not to tell Father it was her. “Daddy why did wewe do that to him? wewe know he didn’t mean it.” “Hannah just stay out of this your only two years older than him” That was the first time I had ever heard father shout at Hannah. “Oh I’m sorry Han. Come on don’t cry on me like that” Father alisema comforting Hannah. I fell asleep then. I awoke again at midnight. I’d had a dream about what I would do next. I packed one of the only bags I had with 2 other pairs of clothes and a picture of Me, Mum and Hannah. Hannah tossed over in her sleep and I froze on the spot encase she woke up. I sneaked down the corridor and creaked open the front door feeling the cold night air on the bare arms. Then I ran. Faster than I had ever run before. I had no idea where I was going. All I could think was anywhere was better than here with father. And I wouldn’t have to go to school yet either.
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Bella
