Peter's Tough Times
It all happened a few months ago.
My Dad was supposed to meet me after school to buy me a new pair of trainers, but he never turned up.
At first I thought someone had died, but this was nearly worse.
"Mum what is it? What's wrong?"
My Dad, my Dad had been arrested.
I couldn't believe it, there had to be some mistake.
My Dad was in jail for something he did wrong.
And for a while, I hated him for it.
Why me?
Why do I have to cope with this?
What will my friends think?
Will they still want to be my friend?
Will they talk about me behind my back?
Did I make this happen?
Was it because I was bad?
At least Mum and Dad wont fight like they used to.
I don't want to talk to anyone about anything.
Most of all, I was worried.
Will Dad be all right in prison?
Who will look after him?
Who will look after me?
I found it hard to sleep at night.
I just kept thinking crazy things.
"Guilty, send him down..."
"Like father, like son..."
I had a thousand and one questions, but poor Mum always seemed to have a lot on her plate.