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  COME TO MY RESCUE
by Amy Pilling
(NB. This story is based from Tintin's point of view)

8: Home Sweet Home

      I arrived home late afternoon the next day and I was taken straight to my room for constant rest until I was better.
      I did get around the house a bit on my crutches but Mr Tracy told me I had to stay in bed have the time until I was really fit to do anything.
      I sweet smell of the island was great, I loved the intoxicating fragrance around me, which really made me feel a live and to know that life is worth living.
      Gordon had given me the nickname 'Peggy Leggy' for while I'm on the crutches, which did get really annoying when he got everyone chanting it at me none stop.
      Hey, that's his life as a practical joker really.
      I felt fine a week later to be able to have the full strength to use my crutches properly around the house; I was really weak before and sometimes collapsed but I felt pretty good now.
      I had a hankering for a snack and went straight to the kitchen and you wouldn't believe the absolute monstrosity of a mess that had engulfed the kitchen since I had last been there.
      "Why does anybody bother cleaning" I mumbled to myself, "We should all just live in a pig sty and eat out of a big bowl on the floor!"
      I shook my head; the life I have to lead in this bombsite!
      I sometimes just want to curl up in the corner and do nothing about it, but I just can't leave a mess as big as this just lying there.
      I hoped over and flung some dishes into the sink with great difficulty.
      Nope, I couldn't do it alone.
      "Sigh" The life of a woman.
      At that moment, in walked Gordon, Virgil and Scott.
      "Hey Peggy Leggy, how you hopping?" Gordon teased.
      They all laughed at me.
      Then I had a brilliant idea.
      I grabbed the mop and bucket and a cleaning cloth and threw it at the boys and hobbled past them saying:
      "Here you go boys, happy cleaning!