17 November 2012
The orange and white city lights, reflected off the damp, glowing road. The red traffic lights blinded my eyes as the taxi stopped, jerking me forward into the passenger seat. It then pulled me back when the car started again. The old driver turned left at the roundabout and went straight on at the junction. He drove down a small alleyway that led out into a well lit road with blocks of houses, in different colours, to the right and a park, with a swing set and slide, to the left. I looked up out of the window to see all the shining stars and the very bright, white moon. The taxi stopped, jerking me forward for yet a second time. "Well, miss, this be your stop." the driver turned round and smiled at me sympathetically. He could sense I didn't want to visit this place, nor live here. As I clicked open my door, I waved good-bye. The pavement was orange, from all the street lights, that every now and cast a shadow of my figure. I took the note out of my coat pocket and unfolded it. I read it and looked up at the houses searching for number 22. It was three blocks down from where I was standing. I strolled over taking every moment of my old life in before I had to start a new one. When I was outside number 22, I breathed in deeply and started to walk up the stone steps. The house was a light shade of green and it seemed smaller than all of the other houses. As my pale fist hit the hard oak of the door, it opened immediately. "Hannah, your here," my aunt Tina exclaimed "I could sense you!" "Oh um cool!" I said doing my best to sound enthusiastic "That's kinda creepy for freak." I muttered the last bit under my breath. I closed the door behind me and followed her into the lounge. All the walls were white, except one that was bright red. It was painted like blood trickling from the ceiling. "Weird." I stated, again under my breath. Tina then led me out of the lounge and into a half dining room, half kitchen. She pointed to a grey door that was at the back of the dining room half. "That's where you'll be sleeping, go and un-pack."
The room was quite large, with a desk and wardrobe. The bed was in the left corner, it had about five pillows on, all different sizes. I sat down on the edge of the bed and thought of my parents. Tears trickled down my face and I could feel my mascara smudging and trickling too. I lay down on my side and closed my eyes tightly shut, pretending I wasn't here. Pretending I wasn't 16 but 11 again when I was with my parents. Pretending death didn't take my parents. Pretending…
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