Aida had been packing for ages, her step mum had been nagging her to do it for weeks, but she had decided to delay it till the night before. When her step mum was taking her little sister and her dad out to a posh Indian restaurant to celebrate his new job, Aida was packing. At first she had been very through and had made checklists and piles all over her room, but after two hours her strength was failing and fast. She decided she needed a break so she went into the sitting room and turned on the TV. It turned out that there was nothing worth watching on, so she got back to packing. Her dad was a specialist surgeon, who was working for the time being at a company called Tinbee but was being relocated to Australia. She wasn’t exactly happy about it. But she was quite excited at the same time, a strange country, a new start everything she needed. She just wished that she could take Sonja her best friend with her. Her last day at school had gone past like a blur. Her teachers had clubbed together and bought her a boomerang out some kind of irony. She thought it was like sending snow Inuit’s. The night before she had had a leaving party and all her friends had bought her small gifts that she knew she wouldn’t be able to take with her. Sonja had bought her a necklace that was half a glass heart that said friends and the other half which Sonja was keeping said forever, so when you fitted them together they read Friends for ever which Aida and Sonja thought was quite cute, but kind of tacky. Aida swore to wear it all the time; it was the only gift she knew she would be able to pack. Here she was now with about fifteen small toys that read “I’ll miss you” that wouldn’t fit in her case. She decided that rather than throwing them out she could distribute them between other friends. She had a large, ready made supply of cheap birthday start and where better then the other side of the world in sunny Australia? Mainly Aida knew that Marie wanted to leave anyone and anything that had had anything to do presents. Aida thought like this a lot, as her step mum was very unconcerned about money, mainly because Aida’s father was extremely rich and Marie always wasted it and Aida was scared one day they would run out, of course they wouldn’t really, but Aida was just a fifteen year old girl. One of the reasons they were moving apart from her fathers’ relocation, the whole family wanted a fresh new with Aida and Penes late mother Arette. Also her father had found that houses in Australia were much cheaper than in England and that they could get a four bedroomed house for less than you could buy a two bedroomed house in England, it was a bargain and Aida’s father loved bargains. They were going to relatives on Aidas’ mothers’ side and they were going to stay with them until they found a nice, proper house to live in. Aida was really excited as so far she had spent her whole life in grotty flats in London. She wanted to live in the country side, with animals and close to the sea, possibly with a swimming pool and a large back garden. Marie had always fancied a swimming pool too, but Aida didn’t care about what Marie thought. Aida had always wanted to go surfing and sailing and basically be at one with the sea, more than anything else in the world. She had always dreamed of swimming with dolphins and riding horses over the rough Australian outback. She had always fancied herself as a bit of a explorer: discovering a flock of dodos that survived or a new species of snake or a new animal all together… the slamming of a car door and the sound of a key turning in the lock bought her back down to earth, how could her parents be home so soon? She had just started packing; she hadn’t even got to her wardrobe yet. She looked at her watch… Oh god it was ten thirty already, how could she of let this happen? Her parents always said she daydreamed but she didn’t know she did to this extent. She hurriedly started to empty what was left of her wardrobe (most had been taken months ago) into a large suitcase. Not bothering to fold anything, just wanting to fit it all in. Then she went over to the upturned box she was using as a desk and tipped its contents into the suitcase aswell, finally on the top she laid her notebook full of story ideas and inspirations. She closed the lid, but it didn’t look good there was at least an inch gap. Sure enough the zip wouldn’t do up. Just then she heard her dad bringing Pene up the stairs.
Pene was short for Penelope; she was eleven and three years younger than Aida. They loved each other but as in every sibling relationship they were often rivals, this made her parents really angry, but both Aida and Pene knew that really they loved each other really; they both shared a loathing for their step mother Marie. Mainly because she was a very bossy strong willed woman who liked to get her way, much like the girls themselves. Their mother had passed away at Christmas two years beforehand and their father wasn’t very good at dealing with grief and for the first year and a half after she had died he was in full mourning. He had met Marie at a grief clinic and almost instantly they had clicked, less than six months later they were married and living in the Herds household. She ate their food, slept in their beds, watches their TV and didn’t do anything to help them in return – the children hated her, she sat around all day on her laptop looking up top secret things that children aren’t aloud to see. She didn’t go out to work or make any contribution to the family, yet she was more than happy to use their hard earned money on useless things, phone and internet bills. She was always on the phone and Aida as a 15 year old girl felt she owned the right to waste her fathers’ money talking to her friends, not Marie. Her father was forty-five which she thought was a sensible age to be a parent, Marie on the other hand was only 27 almost half his age. It wasn’t him that started the relationship – no it was her. She was the one who invited him round for tea. She was the one who invited him to her sisters wedding. She was the one who booked the honeymoon suite in London’s best hotel Italian hotel ‘Hotel Romantico’. She was the one who took him out for a romantic meal; she was the one who proposed. She was the one who….
The list was endless, Aida could use anything against her, turn every little into a detailed court case conviction about her. She HATED her, she despised her, she loathed her, she repulsed her. She would rather eat lasagna, no worms, no no; she would rather eat live wasps and snakes than for the snakes and wasps, but that wasn’t the point, she would rather blow up the earth than spend an hour with Marie. Though she would feel a bit sorry for her dad, Pene and every body else. The only person that Aida hated more than Marie was Celsie, Marie’s daughter. She was 13 a year younger than Aida and two years older than Pene; she hated Pene with a vengeance. No-one knew who Celsies father was, but Aida guessed it was probably Satan. She was pure evil in Aidas and Penes eyes, and everyone else’s eyes to be fair. Celsie wasn’t coming with them to Australia (thank goodness), but would be joining them a couple of months later when she had finished her school and more importantly found a house so that Aida liked most people, she wasn’t exactly popular, but then popular girls are normally, snobby, spoilt, princesses, so that’s not a good comparison. But she was everyone’s friend just by looking at the presents people had bought her you could see that, how much she meant to everyone. She wasn’t an angel and she did sometimes cause trouble, but on more times than not she was the one that helped stop the trouble. She was one of those wonderful people who when she felt like it play the little ones, could be herself and just relax with her friends, but could also be included with the popular group and this made her a peace keeper. She was fairly short with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, she was considered very attractive by the boys, but she couldn’t see how she was pretty. She was very clever and very sporty; she could run faster, jump higher, swim and throw further, than all the girls and most of the boys in her class. She was one of those people who would be so easy to hate if she wasn’t so nice. Everyone liked her apart from Celsie and Marie, which didn’t bother her much – at all.
Construcitve/non contructive Critism
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