Just another day out with Toni! - Writers Forum

howldaloom · 08-28-2007, 04:59 PM

This is a true story about myself (toni) written by my younger sister last year.

Me and my sister Toni have and always will be friends at heart. When we were young we lived in Nottingham on a miners road, there were about 10 houses, Calverton coal mine and a pub at the top of the road, and best of all loads and loads of trees to play in. Me and Toni only ever had each other to play with most of the time except at school were we were in different classes. Toni always looked after me and we always had a great time. An unfortunate event happened and shook our family we moved to Lincolnshire. We were never quite the same and finally we grew apart and she moved out. Recent events however had left us both homeless and we ended living together in a shared house. We couldn’t be more different, her with her tracksuit, wallet and cap. Then me with my skirt, handbag and makeup. But we got along great and still do till this very day. We are close again and adding new memories to our old ones.

It was a lovely sunny day Monday morning, I was lying in bed and the golden sunlight was streaming into my bedroom. Just another day me and Toni have to trap into town so Toni can sign on and we can go to my mum’s house so Toni can baby-sit while me and my mum can go to college. This Monday was slightly different though as mum had rang me the night before and tolled me momma was coming to stay and we hadn’t seen her for months.

“Get up now, and get ready, we got to go in a min” bellowed Toni while banging on my bedroom door. It was about 11 o’clock and time to get out of bed I gathered.
“I said now” she shouted rattling my door which was held shut by my latch.
“Ok, ok, I am coming”

“A single to Spalding please” I said to the bus driver while fiddling with my purse trying to get the money, while also juggling my handbag and shoulder bag.
“The same please” said Toni emptying her weeks left over copper onto the drivers little table. We sat on the top deck at the front while I read my Harry potter book and Toni listened to her MP3 player full blast, possibly making her a little more deaf than she already is.

“Put these in ya ‘andbag please, I got no room in my pockets” demanded Toni as we left the job centre.
“If you want to bring stuff with you then get a handbag yourself, I aint your pack horse” I replied looking away and walking on.
“I don’t have any ‘andbags, please, its only a bit of paper from the job centre!” she said raising her voice a little, getting angry like she does when she don’t get her own way.
“NO” I repeated not even looking up at her this time.
“FINE!” she screamed, “I will throw it away!” She stopped over to the nearest of three wheelie bin in a row by the side of the road, opened the lid and through the papers in. neither of us exchanged for a few steps, but then she stopped dead in her tracks and looked back at the wheelie bins.
“What now” I asked stopping too.
“I need that stuff” she answered, walking slowly back towards the bin in which she had threw the papers, looking around to see if people were looking.

I knew that she was mad sometimes and embarrassed me a lot, but she wouldn’t surely let her self be seen with her hand in a bin in the middle of the busy Spalding town, but I was wrong.

I followed her back to the bin staring at her in disbelief as she opened the bin and peered into it.
“Its right at the bottom” she whispered looking around again, I myself then noticed that she had attracted slight attention in the busy town. I looked back at her and she had her whole arm in the bin and half of her head, I nearly had a heart attack stood only a foot away if that. She reached further and further into the bin until,
“BANG”, the bin collapsed under her weight, she was now lying on the floor with the bin with her arm still in it.
“Owww” she said effortlessly taking her arm out of the bin and clambering to her hands and knees. Me however had already crossed the road and watched from the safety of a shop porch. She was NOT with me.

She had my undivided attention and also everyone else’s. She crawled on hands and knees right into the bin until you could just see her lower legs and make out the end of her bottom. At this time I had found the funny side and was in hysterics trying to seize my watering eyes so my makeup didn’t run. After a minute or two she crawled backwards out of the bin and got to her feet shoving the papers into her coat pocket. She looked around and finally spotted me in the staring crowd. She crossed the road leaving the bin sprawled out on the floor.
“Got it!” she said cheerfully and strolled on not even looking back. Looking around pretending to see who she was just talking to I followed. At slow pace.

That Monday even with the unfortunate event with Toni and the wheelie bin, was just another normal day out with my best and only sister Toni.

What do you think?