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Crystal is tired of her over-
protective parents and
bullying school kids. Her
incredibly dramatic parents
never let her go anywhere
and Crystal is at her limit.
She storms into a magical and
vivid forest...


Father Tree

' You can’t miss something until
you've lost it". That is the moral I now
live by. There was a moment in my life
that changed me forever. I think that
everyone has a moment in their life
that is truly special to them. But it’s
only when you grab it with your two
hands when it really counts. This is my
story and how it changed me...

It was the first day of Term 3 at
Spring Water High, one of the most
expensive all girl schools in the whole
of England. You had to dress to
impress and so far that wasn’t
working. I was walking to the bus
stop when a car drove past and
sprayed water all over me, drenching
my new dress. On top of that, I
missed the bus and had to wait for
the next one.


While I was waiting for the next
bus I leaned on a nearby tree. I
regretted it immediately. Wet,
soggy leaves fell from the tree right
on top of me. I let out a yell of
anger.
“I hate trees, I just hate them!”
When the bus finally arrived I was
wet, cold and very angry.



After 5 periods of having a wet dress I was happy
when gym class came along. In gym I climbed
higher than ever before on the climbing rope but
still fell off. Instead of people applauding my
efforts they started calling me names.
“Crystal is a wi-mp, Crystal is a wi-mp,” they
chanted with their taunting voices.
I had lost everyone’s respect after the wet dress
and leaves incident. “No I’m not,” I shouted back
desperately. I tried holding back my tears but it
was no use they just came out. Long streams of
tears rolled down my cheeks. When the other girls
heard my sobs they started calling me a crybaby.

I ran out of the gym trying not to
look anyone in the eyes. Chants
followed me out the doors. I got
changed quicker than anyone in
the class as it was the last period
of the day. I grabbed my school
bag and started to run home.


As I was running home my hair started blowing in
my face, making it terribly hard to see, let alone
the fact that my vision was blurred due to my
tears. My cheeks were all red and puffy; my
mascara was running down my cheeks. Now my
black drenched tears started to land on my dress
“Great,” I thought.
“Another bad thing on top of a terrible day.”



I continued to run home until I
suddenly lost my balance. I tripped
over one of my feet and fell to the
ground. I got up as soon as I fell; I
looked around to see whether anyone
had seen my klutziness. I ran even
faster now and didn't stop until I got
home.
Through my tears, I saw blood
dripping down my knee and trickling
down my leg towards my toes.


When I got home I
ran past the huge
pine tree in my yard
and up the stairs to
my front door. I
opened the door,
came in, then
slammed it as hard as
I could to make sure
everyone knew I was
upset.
“Are you okay sweet
heart?” asked my mum.


“What happened Darling?” said my Dad,
eyeing my knee.
“Go away!” “I don’t want to talk about it,” I
answered.
As I walked up the stairs towards by bedroom
I heard the faint sound of my mother’s voice
saying
“Be careful walking up the
stairs.”

Slowly I turned around
and walked back down
the stairs. I tried to keep
my anger down but I
couldn’t. I started
shouting uncontrollably at
my parents.
“I hate you!”



"You are so controlling and over
protective, I'm a teenager now! I am
not a baby!"
"I don't need you anymore!"
“You don’t understand me or feel my
pain.”
“I wish you weren't my parents.”
“I wish you were dead!”
I yelled at the top of my lungs at my
parents’ petrified faces.
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This book was created and published on StoryJumper™
©2010 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
Publish your own children's book:
www.storyjumper.com






Crystal is tired of her over-
protective parents and
bullying school kids. Her
incredibly dramatic parents
never let her go anywhere
and Crystal is at her limit.
She storms into a magical and
vivid forest...


Father Tree
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