6. Chapter 5
It’s almost almost pitch black now with glowy stars. It’s getting darker and darker and darker than my mood…
Im seeing pink, yellow and orange swirls. It’s not at all strange because strange is normal to me now. The swirls remind me of the day it happened. I saw the same swirls before and I hope I see it again. Mum thought it would just be a miracle in the end but it’s the complete opposite. But the past is the past and I am in the present…
When I get home after a good last lesson, Holly is home already.
“Guess what-I got a star of the day for writing five sentences.” She begins.
Im quite surprised because Holly is not that good at English as far as I’m concerned!
However, when I find out what the sentences were; I saw a bird. It was nice. I threw bread at it. It flew away. I was angry, I wasn’t too impressed.
Mum tries to cheer me up by offering to take me to the theme park but nothing’s going to change school. When I’m helping Mum wash up the dishes after a lovely meal of roast chicken and chips, Holly draws what seems to be a cute picture at first of a house. In one of the rooms, which is the lounge, there are sad, worrying people. It’s a mum, little girl and a boy. Then I see a scary button eyed-ghost in another room.
It has to be a coincidence but a while ago, Holly drew a picture of a brown, shiny coffin with people sobbing around it and a week later, gran died…
“Why did you draw this picture, Hol?”
“It came to my mind, somehow, I dunno.”
I try to pull a smile but it turns to a frown.
Holly has a depressing creation for drawing.
I read a book for half an hour and by the time its eight, im heading for bed.
Every second that goes past equals to getting nearer for tomorrow.
I don’t want tomorrow to come. I don’t want to go to south high, not ever.
The room im sleeping in is way to empty. Even the walls just look plain white with a strong waft of drying paint and the carpeted floor is just a soft lilac. I just have a bed, loads of trunks and cases and small drawers.
It’s absolutely better than some of my rooms in my old houses. Once I had a view of scaffolding and old scruffy flats.
It also had crazy people on the roads nearby and my room wall was literally grey. But that room was better than the one invaded by foxes. I guess I’ll get used to the new rooms never mind schools, houses and family even.