THE STORY OF ME AND MY LIFE ENTRY THIRTEEN

11TH MARCH, 1999,

Dear Abi,

Yesterday, I didn't quite finish telling you what happened at Chantelle's place. Did I get to the part where there was a knock at the door? Yes? OK, here's what happened next:
Chantelle's dad looked relieved he had a chance to escape my questions. He went to answer the door. When he came back, following him were two figures who I recognised.
"Mum!" I yelled. "What are you doing here?"
"I got your note. I went to your grandp[arents place, and they told me you might be here. So, Ali, what's going on?"
"Mum," I waved a hand towards Mr Welky. "This is my real dad."
"Donh't be silly, Ali."
"I'm not being silly. Look, I found this photo the other day." I took the photo off Chantelle's dad and thrust it under Mum's nose. Her face first went milky-white, then a deep shade of purple, then it finished off red. She looked up at Chantelle's dad.
"Liam?" She said, simply.
He nodded. "It's you, isn't it, Jade? I thought I recognised you. It's been quite a while hasn't it?"
"So, he is Ali's dad as well then?" Chantelle interrupted.
Her dad and my mum looked at Chantelle and I. They both nodded.
I felt a stone hit the bottom of my stomach. I felt confused. I should be happy that I'd finally found my real dad, shouldn't I? So why did I feel sick?
We heard the front door slam open and shut.
"Darling, we're back from shopping," came the sound of Chantelle's mum's voice. She came into the room where we were all standing. She dropped a couple of large carrier bags. She stared at all of us.
"What's going on?"
Chantelle's sisters, Amber and Tracy, peeked out from behind their mother. "Mummy, who's the skinny little girl and the fat woman?" They asked, pointing at Hannah and Mum.
"Now, darlings, don't be rude," She answered. She looked at Mum. "Who are you?"
"I'm Ali's mum. I've come to pick her up."
"Pleasure to meet you," said Chantelle's mum. "What's that you've got in your hand?"
Mum looked down at the photo in her hand. "Oh, it's nothing much," she replied, crumpling it up.
She smiled at Mrs Welky. "Well, I guess we should be going now. Come on, Hannah. Say goodbye to your friends, Ali."
I decided to follow Mum's lead and keep quiet about the photo.
It was a pity Hannah couldn't, or didn't.
She snatched the photo from Mum, and, before either I or Mum could stop her, Hannah had given it to Mrs Welky.
I don't want to be ghorrible, Abi, but I'm going to leave it as a cliffhanger and leave you guessing what happens next, tomorrow.
Goodbye, Abi.

Find out what happens next in Entry Fourteen...