24 October 2012
~Prologue~
-1945- The war had just finished, it had only been a few months since the end but it felt nice. My name's Janie, not Jane, I'm 14 and from America. "Janie!! Come on we'll be late!" called Dad from downstairs, "Ok! Just packing" I shouted back down to him. I had finished packing at least an hour ago but truthfully I didn't want to go. There was a quiet knock from my door and Dad walked in hands deep in his pockets. "I know your nervous Janie but there's no need" Dad said sitting next to me on my bed. "But it's going to be such a change, schools, home, everything!" I complained like a spoilt child, "Think of it as a mad adventure, like the ones in your books" his soft grey eyes looked deep into mine. Dad was... Old, he was nearly 40! Most Dads were 30 nowadays. "But in most of my books the girls get married" I smiled and lifted myself up from the bed and got my suitcase down from the shelf. "Come on then let's go." I sighed taking one last look at my poster covered wall, "Ok got everything?" "Yep" We walked downstairs and both had a moments silence to look over our rickety old house. Our deep green colored car sat silently in front of the house. I threw my bags into the boot and jumped in ready for the long ride. Dad got in, started the engine and set off, "Next stop, London!" he said cheerfully, I just sighed and shut my eyes.
The Book Of Secrets. • Opuss № I