4. Getting home
I shakily walk out, keeping my head high as I walk towards my truck. Sliding into the cab I take a deep breath before I start up the car; the engine coughing awake as I slide into gear and off down the school car park.
Rain hammered down onto the windscreen as I pulled into my drive. I sat there, the engine idling as I stared at the rain sliding down the windscreen as intrusive thoughts bubble in my brain. I take a deep breath and put my hood up, getting out into the downpour.
'I'm home!' I shout as I close the door behind me. The familiar sounds of typing could be heard in my father's study as I put my keys in the tray on the side board. Sighing I pick up the ignored post from the floor as I walk towards the kitchen. Setting down my rucksack, I hang my thick coat on the back of the kitchen chair. Other than my room; the kitchen is definitely my favourite part of the house; the oak furnishings and hand carved chairs made it seem like a fairy tale cottage. With the plate dresser and stone sink it has a dream like quality but the usefulness of modern technology; having an oven, kettle and toaster was defiantly a bonus.
I fill up the kettle and look into the sink; it's full of cups again. Sighing I fill the sink full of hot soapy water as I walk into the study.