A New Side? Ch.1 Edited Version

"Get up!" cried my mum who was lying in bed watching the morning news. I shot out of bed quickly and I washed, dressed and brushed my hair into a neat plait. Rushing downstairs I boiled the kettle and cooked my lousy mothers breakfast. Pouring out the boiling hot tea, I placed the luxury breakfast on a clean glass tray, trying carefully not to spill anything. Threats were booming from my mothers voice which made me shake consequently the tea shook slightly. 'Here you go mama.' Disgustedly, my mother shot me a look of pure hatred and exclaimed, "You SPILT the tea!' Shaking, I replied with, "I know, I'm sorry mama.' In the blink of an eye she tutted and insisted I made her a new pot. Doing as mama had ordered me, I ran downstairs and boiled the kettle for the second time. Whilst the kettle was boiling, which was a short period of time as I had only just done it, I wept softly, saying cry's of help in my head. Pouring the tea, I prepared the biscuits and granulated sugar. Stirring the sugar in, I placed the tea bag in the bin and stirred in the milk and sugar. Taking it up carefully, I had the tiniest sip and then my mother cradled it placing it on her lap. Badly, she didn't use her manners. She never did. After a while, I realised she'd been quiet for a long time so I decided to have a spot of breakfast. Toast and jam. Just as I was spreading on the jam mama called my name. I sprinted upstairs, rolling my eyes and wondered what she wanted now. "Bring me a bag of crisps up- ooh Smoky Bacon." Running back down, I grabbed the crisps and delivered them to her. Relieved, I finally sat down and ate my toast. After I had finished my toast I noticed I had to do some laundry and wash some dishes. Running the tap for some clean water I sighed, looking at the huge amount of laundry. Separating it in to the different colours I washed the purples first, my favourite colour. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed I'd left the tap running for longer than needed. Rushing over to it, I twisted it off and began to scrub at the dirty dishes. Minute after minute, hour after hour. Finally, when I'd finished constant booms of my name were being shouted. "Olivia! Get up here now!" Climbing up the stairs I looked at her and she stared back at me, disgustedly. " You haven't made me dinner!" she began, "Well get on with it then!" Travelling back downstairs, I prepared toasted tea-cakes along with some other snacks and a fresh pot of tea. Placing it all on a tray, I carried it up and situated it on her knees. Without saying thank-you, she tucked into her meal whilst watching EastEnders omnibus. In my opinion, I couldn't stand soaps. The drama and the dragged out storylines made me so bored. When my mother used to make me watch them with her I was just making up silly stories in my head about silly things that could happen to the characters. Jumping back into the real world, I realised I had to do the next set of washing. Greens. A calm and peaceful colour. Shoving the garments into the machine I noticed something dazzling in the back of the washing machine. Slowly, I reached in and pulled out something hard. Brushing the heavy piles of dust off the top of it, I cradled a picture of me and my mum. Happy. Vertically across the beautifully framed picture was a long crack. I really did feel that my relationship with my mother had cracked. Once and for all.