Sarah had gone out
to the pub named īThe Blueberriesī. Julius at age seven was
left to take care of his five-year-old sister. He was tired and fed up but he had no choice. He felt his younger sister was more important as she was the youngest and felt like his mission was to make her happy. "Iīm hungry!" Jess
whined and she pointed to the food cupboard, hinting to her brother that she wanted him to make her something to eat. "Okay, Iīll make you some
cereal.." said Julius, feeling fed up. Jess skipped into the livingroom and began to watch telivision. Julius went into the
cupboards, which were empty and grabbed a
box of rice crispies and he
went into the fridge and
grabbed the milk, which was
only just in date. He grabbed the pink bowl which belonged to Jess and made her
some cereal. He walked into the livingroom and passed her it. "Thank you,
Julius!" she said in a jolly tone of voice and she grabbed the bowl from Juliusīs hand and ate it happily. Julius was exhausted,
he was always the one to
have to look after Jess when mum and Ace went out.
He threw himself down on the
couch and shut his eyes a little. The phone
began to ring loudly. Jess picked up
the phone and said "Hello?"
in her quiet voice. "Hey Jess!
Make us a cup of coffee and hurry up about it! I want it
done before we get in.." said Ace loudly. Jess
sighed and muttered "Ok..." She
shook Julius "Julius.... Julius! wake
up! I need you to make a
coffee for Ace, he just rang
the phone." Julius
sighed and said "Fine." and
he went to go and make the
coffee. He thought to himself
"Why do I have to do
everything? Itīs not fair! What
did I ever do wrong?" He
made the coffee, with
thoughts racing around his
mind like racecars. All of these thoughts gave him a headache, a sharp migraine. He left the
coffee on the kitchen counter and went
and slammed himself down on the couch.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock
at the door, it was so loud that it nearly knocked the door down. Jess skipped merrily to the door and opened it. There stood Ace and mum. Ace stepped into the house, his feet stomping against the ground like a huge elephant along the way. He barged pass Jess and stepped into the hallway "Where is my coffee?" Ace
said in a roaring voice. Jess felt a little bit frightened. She saw Ace as a huge roaring lion and felt like a tiny mouse running around below him. "Itīs
on the kitchen side!" shouted Julius
from the living room. Ace
dumped his leather jacket in a scruffy manner on the kitchen side, near the coffee and
went to the loo. Jess began to feel a bit thirsty. She reached
for the cupboard to get herself the juice bottle and a beaker but
she couldnīt quite reach. She finally managed to reach it but all of the beakers went flying out of the cupboard beakers all went flying out of the cupboard and made Jess jump. One beaker hit the coffee and made Jessīs heart race. She felt even more scared. The coffee spilt and went all over Aceīs leather jacket.
"Jess! Ace will go ballistic!" said Sarah, feeling a little bit scared herself. Julius went into the kitchen to see what happened. His heart also started racing, he felt like he was going to get the blame. "Clean it up quick!" Julius said in a quick whisper. Ace came stomping down the stairs. He sounded just like a
charging elephant. Julius heard and ran into the livingroom feeling frightened. Ace went into the kitchen and saw the mess. His face turned as red as a tomato. He felt very angry. He went up to Jess and screamed loudly in her face. "What
did you do that for?! You little brat!" He raised his hand ready to hit her but before he got the chance, Julius stormed in. He was scared but he wouldnīt let his sister be hurt. "Donīt you dare hit my sister, you evil monster!" he
"Carry on, I bloody dare you, you cheeky little
whatsit!" screamed Ace. "Donīt shout at me like that! Donīt you mess with me you nasty piece of work!" Julius
"Iīll flaming mess with you alright!"
he shouted violently and he punched Julius in
the face. Julius had been
given a black eye and blood poured down his face. He
ran upstairs to his room and
slammed the door. He didnīt want anyone to see him crying. Hot tears
began to pour down his little
cheeks. He walked over to his
bedroom window and looked outside. Thoughts began to race around his mind again. "What did I ever do
to deserve this?" Itīs not fair!
Why didnīt mum protect
me?" "I donīt think mum loves me anymore, I think she loves Ace more now. He threw himself on
his blue bed and sobbed for the rest
of the night.