Cladwell Farm

Elise Craven

Saint Robert’s Primary School

I stuck my head out the car door window, while I listened to the noise from the back of the car. Maybe if I stuck my head out the window far enough, it would fall off. I turn to look at my brother and sister fighting over the fake T.V. remote we got them for Christmas. They weren’t my real brother and sister – Mum had adopted them for Christmas. I turned my head to Mum, who was trying to drive while she whipped away the tears. I was on my way to Dad’s place, to stay with him for school, but Mum didn’t want me to leave. I didn’t understand why she was crying over me, she said she’d be lonely, but she’d have Candy and Jack.

I stared out the window again and noticed a small, rusted, slanted old sign. Cladwell Farm it read. Great. I’m finally here. No more crying, no more fighting, no more little brother and sister. I turned to Mum, gave her a kiss and jumped out of the rusty Holden Ute that Dad gave her back when they were together. I threw my stuff over my shoulder and walked up to the old, funny looking house in the middle of nowhere.

I pushed the door wide open and it hit the wall with a thud. I rubbed my eyes. I couldn’t believe how modern it looked! I walked around and noticed the kitchen bench, covered with black marble, glistening in the strong sunlight. The dining table, made out of the gum trees in the back yard, was polished and stained. I looked for a place to put my stuff and then saw the living room. A fake fire brightened up the room, so much I almost couldn’t see. A wall made of wood came out from one made of plaster and held a wide screen, 3D TV. I stared in amazement as my Dad came out of his bedroom down the hall.

‘I thought you couldn’t get TV out here,’ I said, still watching in amazement.

‘Well, I got the satellite man out here, to install a dish, just for you,’ Dad explained, running his finger through his black hair. ‘Do you want to see your bedroom?’

‘Yes!’ I yelp. Remembering that Mum told me to be polite, I added, ‘Please.’