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A World Without Florence

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Florence is as shy as a mouse
Hard Working a bob the builder
But when things get tough
Can she fix it?

Florence's POV
I sat on the wood chip floor gazing at the mess which surrounded me, trying to hold in the tears. " How could you Romy! I thought you knew better than this! This is all I need to come home to now!" I spat in my mute little sisters ear. The barn was glittery green and shiny strawberry with nail polish. I had told her we were going to paint her nails after I had finished at the bakery. She looked at the floor. Sighing, I walked to the oven. A faint humming was distracting me. I looked at Romy. I signed in sign language
Was that you or have I gone barking mad
She responded with a shake of little head before walking off to her 'room' upstairs. We live in a barn, OK! If you don't like it deal with it. The thing is mum left us when I was 11 and Romy was 3. I ran and ran, away from our childhood home. Away from the night mare that was mum leaving us. And found this barn. 8 yeas on, we still live here. Living with £500 A year. Getting by all alone.
I looked behind the oven to see a old radio, with ivy vines tangled around it, playing an up beat song which kept
On saying 'I get a good feeling, yeah' repeatedly.
I tuned it in on this small dial and the music came out louder and clearer then. When the song had finished, I listened in, entranced at this magic machine. An interview came on, about some boys called 1 Direction. They were adorable. What making tea ( cabbage ) I still listened. When I went to bed that night. I had found something new. A new discovery. A fresh page...
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