Naplan Writing 2011

The Secret

The secret has been the major part of my life for the last year, the secret that could change our family life for ever the, secret that could destroy everything.The secret that given the chance could even kill.

The secret started in summer when i went to the movie's with a group of my friends. There was the three of us me, Bob and Fred. the movie was a great action movie with the main character smashing his way though millions of people. It was all going great then we were about to leave and I needed to go, they tried to tell me to go later I told them I was going now and to meet me in the food court.

I walked into the toilet's think of what to get in subway chicken or beef, toasted or not, should i get pickles or not then I saw it there was my dad and he wasn't going  to the toilet he was kissing and not with my mum either.
He.
Was.
Kissing.
A.
Woman.

I sprinted out of there as fast as i could, faster than the best sprinter in school, faster than Bolt faster than a cheater on steroids. I ran past my friends and told them i wasn't hungry then I called my mum and told her that i wanted to get picked up now.

That was just the start now i'm sitting on a couch with my parent's shouting threat's and abuse at each other we'll actually my mum doing all the shouting and my dad's trying to calm her down that's she's paranoid. The reason this all broke out is no it's not what you think i have not told my mum's friend's friend's told mum that she saw dad holding the hand of another woman at the aquarium last month. I think i'm going to have to tell now the Secret that is so horrible.

My mum takes a breath and I shout " SSSTTTOOOPPP"  they both turn and  my dad's face pales but I go ahead and tell them the whole story my dad's faces getting paler and my mum's face redder. then just as i finish she say's " darling would you like to stay over at your Grandma's tonight". I quickly replied yes and pack my stuff .

Mum drop's me off and just as she leaves I whisper don't kill anyone.


Now i'm