Chapter Two

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I watched him leave. Five minutes passed. As it got darker I realised I should probably head home. I sighed as I put a hand on Mum's gravestone.

"Goodbye Mum," I muttered.

I picked my notebook up, and then walked out of the cemetery. Half way down the windy road, I heard a loud crackling noise and the beep of a horn.

I looked behind me and out of nowhere a white van sped down the road towards me. I stepped out of the way just in time.

"Watch where you're going kid!" The driver yelled at me as he drove past. He sounded drunk.

I glared after him. He was clearly going over the speed limit. Obviously he didn't he read the sign saying 50km zone.

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I trudged up the stairs and knocked on the front door. The lights weren't on so I peered through the window. Suddenly, the door opened. I jumped with fright.

"We had a black out, the lights should come on soon." Dad said.

Dad was right; the lights did come on again. I stared at the pile of empty boxes in the corner of the lounge room. 

"Thank you for coming home, I-" Dad started.

I didn't let him finish.

"I'm going to have a shower," I said bluntly.

Then, I ran up the stairs, into my room, and slammed the door without even waiting for him to answer. 

I collapsed on my bed and closed my eyes. It wasn't long before I heard Dad's footsteps on the stairs. He knocked on my door. I pretended I didn't hear him but he knew me too well.

"Come on, I know you're not in the shower, now open the door, we need to talk." He growled.

I forced myself to get up and open the door.

He stood in my doorway with his hands on hips, and attempted to do a serious face.

"What do you want Dad?" I demanded as I lay back down on my bed.

"Downstairs, right now." He said.

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever I've done, I'm sorry." I yelled after he left.

Author's Note

Any feedback appreciated, will write the third chapter tonight...

Reviews

[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

Nicely done! Good job.