Heather, Age 11, Vancouver, BC

“Good morning Dad! Dad? DAD!” Hannah screamed.

“Huh? What? Mary?” Dad said groggily.

“No, it’s Hannah.” Mary was Hannah’s older sister.

“You’re going to be late for work. Again. I made waffles though,” Hannah explained.

“Thanks Hannah bun.” Dad put his work shirt on. “Where is Mary? Asleep? On the phone?”

“She’s still sleeping. You fell asleep on the chesterfield waiting for her to get home,” Hannah told her father. The previous night, Mary had gone on her first date.

“What time?” Dad asked.


“Zat ate? I ought I aid elve ery,” Dad said, with a mouthful of waffle.

“Yes, you said twelve thirty. She actually arrived at 12:25, but she and her boyfriend…” Hannah trailed off.

“Oh. You better go wake your sister and get to school.” Dad looked at his watch. “If you girls are up and ready in ten minutes, I can drive you to school.”

“No, no. Mary’s boyfriend is driving her and I’m ready, so…” Hannah looked up hopefully.

“Sure. Come on, let’s go. We’re taking Susan.” Dad said. Susan was their old truck. Dad’s phone rang in the car. “Hello? Hey! How’s it going?” Dad asked. “Pardon? What?” Dad looked strained. “Um… can we talk about this later?” He glanced at Hannah, trying to give her a reassuring smile. “Sure. Call me back. Bye.” Dad closed his phone, looking distracted. They arrived at school.

“Bye Dad! Love you! I’ll make dinner tonight!” Hannah blew him a kiss.

“Dinner?” Dad said after a pause, taking in my words. “You know, you don’t have to do that. It’s not expected of an eleven-“ Dad stopped at my glare. “Sorry- twelve year old.” Dad said.

“It’s okay. Bye! Love you so much! See you!” Hannah walked away from the car and into the school. She went to her locker, doing the code. All of a sudden she heard footsteps.

“Hello Stinky Banana,” said a girl with a pinched up face. A ring of girls surrounded her. They were all dressed in black and had some form of spikes on them; earrings, necklaces, and bracelets. They were bullies.

“Hello Prune Face.” Hannah addressed the leader.

“Why, you little…!” The girl said, purple with rage. The girl made a wild punch at Hannah, but Hannah was expecting this. She ducked just in time. Shortly after she ducked, there was a big bang and a loud cracking sound as the girl’s hand hit Hannah’s locker. The girl howled with pain. “I’ll get you for that!” she yelled. Then the bell rang.

“I’d love to stay and chat with you ladies, but I have a class to go to.” With that, Hannah marched away to her class. Hannah’s crush walked up to her.

“That was really cool! Did you see the look on her face?” he asked. “I’d never be able to do that.” The boy said as an afterthought.

“I bet you could.” Hannah answered. She was feeling good today. Maybe her life would start to piece back together now. Well, Hannah certainly hoped so.

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