Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

JayMerill

outside and play. Because I had to do checks like this, I had to be private. But the worst happened. I was just breezing around, my hands doing the windy- flowing motion and my body swaying in a similar way when all at once there came the soundof clapping and a bit of laughter from behind me. From the other side of the hedge. I turned, looked round. There were my mum and dad and Mum’s sister, Auntie Errie and her kid, my cousin Craig. His head was just showing above the top of the hedge. At once, I remembered that Dad had been planning to pick up Craig and Auntie Errie after going to sort out his car. I must have been doing my secret dance routine for ages. I’d forgotten time altogether.

Mum and Auntie Errie were clapping -- how horrible and insulting. Dad was grinning but with angry eyes and Craig was laughing out loud with happy eyes. Craig was a year younger than me and enjoyedany opportunity of seeing me made a fool of. I would have kept on with the dance to show them I didn’t care but I froze or dried up, one of those, and I just couldn’t carry on. I sat on the ground and listened to Mum saying, ‘Well, that was a very nice display, Damien. Thank you for that.’ I felt my own eyes getting angrier than Dad’s. Not that this pleased me. I did not like Dad’s angry eyes and did not want to have angry eyes of my own. I didn’t want to be anything like Dad, and I wasn’t like

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