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The car journey was meant to be short and quick, but instead it extended for an extra five hours - damn traffic. The whole car ride I was either listening to music on my phone, listening to the radio, or watching the scenery pass by while listening to music and/or the radio - nothing really exiting, well, only if you count seeing two people having a very loud row 'exiting'. Which I, personally, don't.
After sitting in the back seat of a car for six hours my butt and legs ached, so when we arrived to Grandma's house I was more than happy to get out and stretch. My sister and parents quickly followed. "Well, let's get our luggage out of the boot." My dad said after he running his fingers through his long grey hair. My sister yawned, nodding in agreement. I turned to get my shoulder bag before I helped my parents 'unpack'.
After I retrieved my shoulder-bag, I faced an empty house and then realization hit me, the rosy cheeked woman that once lived here would't come out and greet us, for she was no longer among the living. My grandmother, my sweet grandmother that used to bounce me on her knee when I was young, the woman that still forgave me when I threw up on her carpet, the woman with the biggest heart was now gone. Just the thought of my grandmas being dead made tears well up in my eyes.
I took a shaky breath and blinked rapidly to get the tears to stay unshed. My throat felt tight and I just wanted to go back to Slovakia and hug my dog to death. "Mo, could you take some of the stuff inside while mum unlocks the house?" Dad asked as he took out his bag and a suitcase, then he proceeded to follow my mum who was unlocking the front door.
After we had unpacked the car and took everything inside we sat in the living room. It was small, but cosy. A couple of paintings, painted plates and pottery head were hanging on the walls, and the electric fire was bringing warmth in the almost frozen house. I had almost cried when I entered the room, it was hard not to.
Now we are ordering a Chinese take-out, I personally didn't feel hungry but maybe, hopefully, when the food came my belly would change it's opinion. I was itching to go 'investigate' my grandmothers room. And so, I stood up and said, "I'm going to go to the loo." "Shall we inform the media?" KJ, my sister, asked in a very posh voice. I replied with a roll of my eyes as I opened the door and made my way to the stairs.
I climbed the stairs and walked into my grandmother's room, hesitating only slightly. Upon entering her room I turned on the light and the tears I had been holding back since I got here came flooding down my cheeks. The room smelt like her, and had so many pictures of her and granddad hanging on the walls and sitting on a dresser and a chest of drawers. I sat on the queen-sized bed and looked around the pale blue room.
Standing up I walked around the bed to get to the wardrobe and opened it looking through my grandmother's clothes. "She always wore nice clothes," I murmur and take a light pink jumper and bring it to my nose and breathed in the scent. It was faint, but it was still there. After I had breathed in her scent I went to hang up her jumper but something caught my eye. Something shiny. I crouched and picked up a box. Little did I know that two people were standing behind me. A man and a woman. Both had glasses and both were smiling softly. "She always was a curious child, wasn't she, Ron?" The woman asked and the man nodded. Not that I could hear or see them. But I knew they were there, watching over everyone, protecting them. As loved as they were in life as they were in death.
The car journey was meant to be short and quick, but instead it extended for an extra five hours - damn traffic. The whole car ride I was either listening to music on my phone, listening to the radio, or watching the scenery pass by while listening to music and/or the radio - nothing really exiting, well, only if you count seeing two people having a very loud row 'exiting'. Which I, personally, don't.
After sitting in the back seat of a car for six hours my butt and legs ached, so when we arrived to Grandma's house I was more than happy to get out and stretch. My sister and parents quickly followed. "Well, let's get our luggage out of the boot." My dad said after he running his fingers through his long grey hair. My sister yawned, nodding in agreement. I turned to get my shoulder bag before I helped my parents 'unpack'.
After I retrieved my shoulder-bag, I faced an empty house and then realization hit me, the rosy cheeked woman that once lived here would't come out and greet us, for she was no longer among the living. My grandmother, my sweet grandmother that used to bounce me on her knee when I was young, the woman that still forgave me when I threw up on her carpet, the woman with the biggest heart was now gone. Just the thought of my grandmas being dead made tears well up in my eyes.
I took a shaky breath and blinked rapidly to get the tears to stay unshed. My throat felt tight and I just wanted to go back to Slovakia and hug my dog to death. "Mo, could you take some of the stuff inside while mum unlocks the house?" Dad asked as he took out his bag and a suitcase, then he proceeded to follow my mum who was unlocking the front door.
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After we had unpacked the car and took everything inside we sat in the living room. It was small, but cosy. A couple of paintings, painted plates and pottery head were hanging on the walls, and the electric fire was bringing warmth in the almost frozen house. I had almost cried when I entered the room, it was hard not to.
Now we are ordering a Chinese take-out, I personally didn't feel hungry but maybe, hopefully, when the food came my belly would change it's opinion. I was itching to go 'investigate' my grandmothers room. And so, I stood up and said, "I'm going to go to the loo." "Shall we inform the media?" KJ, my sister, asked in a very posh voice. I replied with a roll of my eyes as I opened the door and made my way to the stairs.
I climbed the stairs and walked into my grandmother's room, hesitating only slightly. Upon entering her room I turned on the light and the tears I had been holding back since I got here came flooding down my cheeks. The room smelt like her, and had so many pictures of her and granddad hanging on the walls and sitting on a dresser and a chest of drawers. I sat on the queen-sized bed and looked around the pale blue room.
Standing up I walked around the bed to get to the wardrobe and opened it looking through my grandmother's clothes. "She always wore nice clothes," I murmur and take a light pink jumper and bring it to my nose and breathed in the scent. It was faint, but it was still there. After I had breathed in her scent I went to hang up her jumper but something caught my eye. Something shiny. I crouched and picked up a box. Little did I know that two people were standing behind me. A man and a woman. Both had glasses and both were smiling softly. "She always was a curious child, wasn't she, Ron?" The woman asked and the man nodded. Not that I could hear or see them. But I knew they were there, watching over everyone, protecting them. As loved as they were in life as they were in death.
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The night was bitter and the cold wind was howling, almost like a battle cry as it moved the branches of trees here and there. Shadows danced across my window and I pulled up the thin covers to my chin. I hated it when it was like this because it took be a very long time to fall asleep. Now, however, there was something else keeping me awake. Excitement. Tonight was the night me and my brother would be running away from these people. The "people" I am referring to are Mr and Mrs Clarckson, our foster parents. The reason they decided to foster my brother and I is beyond me, because if there is one thing they can not do, it is parenting. They use me and Damian as slaves half of the time and the conditions are harsh like today for instance.
It was in the middle of summer and the blazing sun beat down on my head as I worked in the field picking grains one by one. It may not seem like much but it was something worth complaining about. Sweat trickled down my neck and onto my naked back, it stung and I straightened ignoring the pinch of my sunburnt skin. My eyes traveled along the field searching for my fair haired brother, but alas, he was nowhere to be seen. As I turned to return to my work I heard a large grunt and my face was met with the purple, pig-like face of Mr Clarckson. His breath stank of cheap ale and it made my stomach do flip-flops. "Takin' a break are we?" He seethed dangerously and I bit down my protests, when this man was angry, it was better to stay quiet and take the verbal abuse on the chin.
Prologue
The night was bitter and the cold wind was howling, almost like a battle cry as it moved the branches of trees here and there. Shadows danced across my window and I pulled up the thin covers to my chin. I hated it when it was like this because it took be a very long time to fall asleep. Now, however, there was something else keeping me awake. Excitement. Tonight was the night me and my brother would be running away from these people. The "people" I am referring to are Mr and Mrs Clarckson, our foster parents. The reason they decided to foster my brother and I is beyond me, because if there is one thing they can not do, it is parenting. They use me and Damian as slaves half of the time and the conditions are harsh like today for instance.
It was in the middle of summer and the blazing sun beat down on my head as I worked in the field picking grains one by one. It may not seem like much but it was something worth complaining about. Sweat trickled down my neck and onto my naked back, it stung and I straightened ignoring the pinch of my sunburnt skin. My eyes traveled along the field searching for my fair haired brother, but alas, he was nowhere to be seen. As I turned to return to my work I heard a large grunt and my face was met with the purple, pig-like face of Mr Clarckson. His breath stank of cheap ale and it made my stomach do flip-flops. "Takin' a break are we?" He seethed dangerously and I bit down my protests, when this man was angry, it was better to stay quiet and take the verbal abuse on the chin.
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