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The Christmas PartyIt was everyone's favourite time of the year. Christmas. Presents, music, cheer, normal people being jolly. I quite liked Christmas too, to be honest. I was sat on the end of the sofa, next to Gran, picking strips of green plant off of the Christmas tree, being quiet as I did it. I was on carol duty, not my favourite job. Gran had to go with me when we opened the door to snowy paths and singing children who had nothing better to do.The Christmas Party by emilyrutherford
There was a knock.
"More carollers, Gran. Come on." We walked from the warm seats on the cushion of the sofa, and into the hall. I opened the door and revealed six kids singing 'It Came Upon a Midnight Clear'. That song was what was actually written in the metal books of the caroller statue in the front garden. Little kids pointed at our LED Acrylic Deer as they walked past. After an age, the six jolly kids left and I got to return to the sounds of 'Lonely This Christmas'. I watched Gran and Uncle Mike dance to 'Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree' in the din
The Worst Welcome Back (for ScreamPrompts)It was a cold, quiet November day, and Imogen had been pulled out of school, once again, to go to the local doctor surgery. Imogen had to walk from Room 2B, Science Class, and to reception where she saw her beaming mother. Beaming brightly, despite the cold, biting wind outside. It was a fight to drive through the snow-slicken roads. They arrived at the surgery, and now, Imogen just had to sit on the red leather bench and just, hold tight.The Worst Welcome Back (for ScreamPrompts) by emilyrutherford
"Mom, do I have a disease or something?" Imogen asked, bored out of her mind.
"No, you just have a bad chest infection, all the time. There is no choice, Imogen," answered her mother.
A man with a bush of ginger hair, in what Imogen would describe as a labcoat, poked his head round the far door.
"Imogen Price, please?" he said.
Imogen and her mother left the now warm bench, and followed a Dr Morgan to a room down the hall.
"Welcome back, Imogen," he said, casually, as they entered the office. Imogen gawped behind his pristine white lab coat back. Thi