“Be Strong,” the psycho woman said

Stuart you must learn to look on the bright side. What bright side? Im a xvi year old lad and my cat has just died. Big deal you might think. But you werent the one in the washing machine, spinning round ten times a second Poor cat.Dad thinks Im mad. Thats wherefore he sent me to the psycho woman in the first place. Well shes a psychologist, and ok that wasnt the exclusively reason.My real mummy 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 not a train. I kept getting into trouble at school. You know, mixing with the wrong people, skipping classes at school, Stealing sweets, that kind of thing. Nothing really.What did they expect? Me to just ask out my moms gone and that I probably wont see her again. Plus the fact we wont get our mail delivered any more No, I shouldnt joke rough it. There is a bright side Im laughing about it already. Ive just realised I come from a br oken 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 hair is? There I go winning the mick again. Dad said I shouldnt Itll come back on you one day, he bellows. Anyway I have a right, who calls there peasant Stuart? I hate my name. After thinking ache 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 one time 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 gipsy female childs, whilst walking my aunties dog, Bessie. Shes around my age (the girl not Bessie) and quite in force(p) looking. But also a bit weird. She cant pronounce her Rs, which is amusing. She was telling me about her grandmother, Rose. Or Wose, as she pronounces it. She said Rose could see into the future, and has been known to predict peoples lives. in truth 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. Now that was fascinatingIt was when I got home, that I really took what the girl had said to me in. (the girl-I didnt catch her name Oh well, gypsy girl will do.) Maybe Rose could help me? After all I would like a few questions serve welled Where is my mom? How could she leave me? Why did Casper (the cat) get into the washing machine? Why doesnt Ginger Gill dye her hair? There I go again And most importantly, why is abbreviation such a long word?The next day, I wagged school. The psycho woman is really helping, dont you think? Anyway I paid 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 clod and a glass eye. But no, she looked pretty normal. As normal as a gypsy can look. Someone stop me She was in her early sixties, I would say. She had long dark brown hair, covered in hair clips and beads. There had to be over one hundred. How did she hold up her head? She had a deep, virile 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, verbalize for hours after.Today she didnt seem so boring and dull. She said she hates existent in a caravan. Who wouldnt? She told me that her mom had died of cancer the previous year, and really missed her. Which made me intent 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 stripper and was living under the sea? Ok, so that was not exactly going 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 life would change. Who knows? I might even find out why abbreviation is such a long word