Creative side of imagination

     36 hours later I woke up in a big hotel room bed still in blur what I have been through last two days. I couldn't be excited but I tried to retain happy face for my mum. She had too much sorrow after dad left us unbeknown what would lead later. Divorce papers were sent over mail. That moment was the only time when I saw my mum crying intolerably. But that was not all. The debts and mortgage were left to my mum. She was so depressed she had to be admitted to hospital. She was never the same after that, she'll never be. At that point my compassion for dad has gone. Not only that he left mum, he left me too. I try to put my brave face on but it hurts me too. He didn't even hint what he's going to do. He didn't say goodbye. No words, no letter, nothing. I can't erase him he's still my dad but I will forget him, that I promised to myself. Mum doesn't know how I feel. I don't want to bother her.         While I was thinking that mum came from bath

     Sun was shining outside. Warm breeze smelling of late summer got through my window and I shivered by the thought that 24 hours later I will be on completely different continent. My mother was packing excited  to leave Britain. And who could blame her. We both went through tough time lately, but especially mum. I sighed out of despair thinking I have to leave my friends behind and started to pack. Suddenly mum rushed in the room slightly annoyed: ''Olivia, you aren't ready yet. I told you ages ago that our flight is at five. Hurry up!'' ''Yes, mum I know. I'll be quick'' I responded. I looked at my stuff and carefully assessed what I'll need the most. It wasn't much so my suitcase was packed in a couple of minutes. Than the phone rang. ''Livy, where are you? We're waiting for you here at the coffee shop'' said Becky. Rushing down the stairs I managed to say ''I'll be there in seconds''. I kisse

Well my imagination finally got out... I have three stories in mind but I decided to write one about young love, ocean, friendship, neverendless commitment and of course saving lives. No, it's not the previously mentioned story it's brand new. I still don't know how to call it but that's your role to help me. So at the time it will be ''Untitled''. I will change it probably at end. They say that you can name your work only when it's fully done. And I won't be done for quite a while because my endless source of imagination comes from watching lifeguard series Bondi Rescue. You might saw a couple of handsome men on the previous post. Well what can I say. Sometimes your curse can become a blessing :D .