Ben's Room , livre ebook
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Publié par
Date de parution
28 août 2014
Nombre de lectures
0
EAN13
9781781276501
Langue
English
Publié par
Date de parution
28 août 2014
EAN13
9781781276501
Langue
English
“ Thud! Thud! Thud! We looked at the flat door. There was a noise that sounded like a giant person was ramming it. Or maybe a giant insect. Or a jellyfish. Or a huge but pretty girl?
Darren went white. Tim caught him as he collapsed. I pulled him away. The noise got worse.
‘That old bloke has some explaining to do,’ Tim said. ”
CONTENTS
Title Page One Two Three Four Five Six More Shades 2.0 titles Copyright
ONE
I could hear them up there. They shouldn’t go in my room!
I got home from my job at the record shop at about four o’clock – a bit early.
Mum and Dad were up in my room.
Now I hate that! It wasn’t right. They treat me like a kid. It had my private stuff in it. They should ask before they go in. It’s mine! I rushed up the stairs.
‘Get out of my room!’ I shouted, taking the stairs three at a time.
‘Look at this room – it’s a tip,’ my dad said loudly.
‘I hate you guys! All you do is nag on and on at me. You can’t tell me what to do. I hate it here!’ I yelled.
My dad stood looking at the room.
There was a sock hanging from the light. There was a cold pizza under the bed. My dirty clothes were in a heap on my desk.
I don’t make my bed – I just crawl under the duvet at the end of the day.
Waste of time clearing up – it just gets dirty again.
I noticed there was a smell. A horrible smell. It smelled a bit like feet and a bit like drains. I keep spraying Lynx about, but it keeps coming back.
‘I’ll keep my own room as I like, or I’ll just go!’ I shouted at my dad.
‘I’ll tell you what – go then! My house – my rules, young man,’ he shouted back. ‘Get out, Sam.’
He was red with anger and he spat as he shouted. My dad was in the army once. He knows how to shout.
My mum stood there. She was as white as a sheet and there were tears in her eyes.
She held out her hands to me, but said nothing. Not a word. She could have said something . Nothing.
She always takes his side in things, I thought.
In a temper, I threw some things in a big sports bag and I left. I slammed the front door.
Huge grey clouds were racing across the sky and the trees stood out against them like skeletons.
I walked down the road to the bus stop. It started raining, a misty, cold rain which settled on my face.
I got the first bus that came, because I didn’t know where I wanted to go.
I sat down next to a little old lady. She did not smile at me. She looked a bit grumpy really.
I sat on the bus and thought about what I had done.
I felt really angry – it was sort of bubbling about in my stomach and I felt like I wanted to punch something again and again. I wanted to keep punching out.
I had forty pounds in my pocket, which was my wages.
I work in a shop in the town centre. It is a small music shop. It doesn’t open all that often, and it isn’t very busy when it is open. I’m not very busy when it is open. I get very little money, but then, to be fair, I do very little.
Jess, who owns the shop, says I am just right for the job.
‘What am I going to do?’
‘Get off?’ asked the little old lady next to me, moving away a bit and looking out of the window.
Did I say that out loud?
