The Story of Zara Crow. - --- --- Christmas Special

Ah, christmas.
Don't you just love it?
With children singing i nthe streets, snow on the ground, and however frosty or icy the snow is we all love it.
The sky is clear, the clouds fluffy and white. Everyone cradling hot chocolates in her cold hands humming along to christmas carols.

...

Yeah that never happens in real life.
Chidlren singing in the streets goes to zilch after the outbreak of kidnappers and pedos.
You have more chance being eaten by a rainbow tiger than having snow in England.
Sky clear? Pfft!
Hot chocolates, w- ...Actually thats a big YES!
Speaking of hot chocolates..
"ZARA! What are you doing!?" My mum is shrieking behind me, while i pour hot water into a mug
"Er, im making hot chocolate." I say.
"No, no no!! You'll burn yourself poor pet!"
Ugh
Honestly i might aswell be 23 and driving a car and my mum will still be going
"Want me to change your diper?"
Im not 23.
I dont own a car (unfortunatly)
And its annoying.

"YES! CAPTAIN IMPALER! NEEEWWWWWWW!!!" Shouts jake.
...
I dont even know who captain impaler is.
I.
Im scared.
Fortunatly the phone rings, and I rush to it.
On the line comes down the soft and angelic voice of a sweet 13 year old girl.
"Hi Gwen." I say.
Then wew have an awfully long covnersation about important stuff like,
'Why did Zack totally hit on Gemma when gemma is already with Will?"
And
"Oh my gosh i just got invited to Callie's nparty!"
And
"Why are we talking about this anyway?"
When I see dad go off in his car.
Thats strange is christmas holidays, where would a sad old 45 year old be going now?
I shrug, and put down the phopne and watch some tv thinking nothing of it
Oh i couldnt be more wrong.

I stare at the ceiling.
Im in bed, and its 1am.
My mum is having a christmas party downstairs
COnga conga is all i can freaking hear.
God this is so embarrasing. Its a good thing i came up here.
Dad still isnt back.
Suspicion is beginning to creep into my mind, and fear.
I pick up my phoen and dial the number
"Hello?" Its dad. In a very low voice.
"Dad where the hell are you? Mum is having a bloody conga party downstairs and jake is pretending to be a red power ranger and failing." I hiss
"H-hang on." He giggles
Oh great he's flipping drunk.
Wait i hear another voice giggling.
Its. A females voice.
My heart drops and my blood runs cold
"Sorry what zara?" He asks
Iput down the phone and lay in bed for another few hours just thinking who the mystery girl was. And what dad was doign with her at 1am when he is supposed to be with mum getting drunk and doing the conga.