“Be Strong,” the psycho woman said

Stuart you must learn to look on the adroit side. What bright side? Im a sixteen year old sonny boy and my cat has solely died. Big deal you might think. But you werent the unrivalled in the washing machine, spinning round ten times a second Poor cat.Dad thinks Im mad. Thats why he sent me to the psychotic person woman in the first place. Well shes a psychologist, and ok that wasnt the only reason.My real florists chrysanthemum had an affair and ran away with the postman. He just happened to be my dads brother, thats all. Which sent me Off the rails. Or so they told me. I mean Im non a train. I kept getting into trouble at school. You know, commixture with the wrong people, skipping classes at school, Stealing sweets, that kind of thing. Nothing really.What did they expect? Me to just except my moms g star and that I probably wont opine her again. convinced(p) the fact we wont get our mail delivered any to a greater extent No, I shouldnt joke about it. There is a bright sid e Im express feelings about it already. Ive just realised I come from a miserable home. Prison here I comeThat was four months ago, and dads already got a new woman. Ginger Gill Bet you cant guess what colour her fuzz is? There I go taking the mick again. Dad verbalise I shouldnt Itll come back on you one day, he bellows. at any rate I have a right, who clapperclaws there kid Stuart? I nauseate my name. later thinking long and hard, I have decided I am a tiny bit crazy. But only a bit. Who isnt?Talking of crazy people we live in front of a in one case nice green field, in Cornwall. I say once because travellers moved in last week. Actually they are gypsies, but travellers is the more polite way to say they are scruffy, no-hopers. Im too cruel. Also, of course thats what they call them on the news, so it has to be more polite.I kind of got talking to one of the gypsy girls, whilst walking my aunties dog, Bessie. Shes around my age (the girl not Bessie) and quite good looking. But also a bit weird. She cant enounce her Rs, which is amusing. She was discovering me about her grandmother, Rose. Or Wose, as she pronounces it. She utter Rose could see into the future, and has been known to predict peoples lives. Very likely. She thought I should see her grandmother, as she could help me, more than any head doctor could. As if I need help. She was fascinating I thought. Thats a lie. It was boring. She was boring.The only thing she said that remotely interested me was that one of her other gypo relatives, held the world record for the loudest burp. right off that was fascinatingIt was when I got home, that I really took what the girl had said to me in. (the girl-I didnt nip her name Oh well, gypsy girl will do.) Maybe Rose could help me? After all I would like a few questions answered Where is my mom? How could she generate me? Why did Casper (the cat) get into the washing machine? Why doesnt Ginger Gill soil her hair? There I go again And most importantl y, why is abbreviation such a long word?The next day, I wagged school. The psycho woman is really helping, dont you think? Anyway I compensable my gypsy friend another visit. This time I was introduced to her grandmother Wose. I mean Rose.I suppose I hoped she would be scruffy looking, with a crystal ball and a glass eye. But no, she looked pretty normal. As normal as a gypsy can look. Someone geological period me She was in her early sixties, I would say. She had long dark brown hair, cover in hair clips and beads. There had to be over one hundred. How did she endorse up her head? She had a deep, manly voice, which was freaky. Disappointingly, both her eyes were real.I didnt have chance to speak to her, as she had a headache, and went to bed. Id have a headache, with all those hair accessories on my head. Me and Crystal, that was her name, I discovered, spoke for hours after.Today she didnt take care so boring and dull. She said she hates living in a caravan. Who wouldnt? She t old me that her mom had died of cancer the previous year, and really missed her. Which made me feel stupid. I was upset that my mom had left, and the cat had died, well killed. She made me realise I should be grateful for who I am and what I have. See I can be serious.Crystal had arranged for me to visit Gypsy Rose, for one of her fortune-telling sessions. I really didnt know what to expect. What if she told me my mom had become a exotic belly dancer and was living under the sea? Ok, so that was not exactly discharge to happen. But she could tell me somethings I dont want to hear. On the other hand, she could tell me Casper is cat heavens answer to Brad Pitt. Either way I knew from tomorrow, my vivification would change. Who knows? I might even find out why abbreviation is such a long word