As I stared out of the window, gazing at my future, my eyes came across my new residence. A pale grey detached house, blinds turned carefully to look welcoming but for a clear sense of privacy.
As we pulled up in front my new house, I stayed for a second or two in the safe haven of the car, protected from what was about to unleashed: the Grandparents.
As I climbed out of the car, unwillingly, I watched their sombre faces appear. I felt a wrenching fear well up inside me; the realisation that I would have to spend nearly three years with them. Tears pricked my eyes. Feeling like a fool, I blinked furiously in an attempt to rid them.
I walked towards the door, the welcoming smiles created an eerie tension inside. As I greeted them, with a false, mildly happy appearance, my bags were taken from me. I stepped inside the house, breathing in the musty smell that was emitted not only from the old furniture but from them as well.
My eyes began to drift off; exploring the new surroundings: the dated furniture, the wall plastered with peeling wallpaper, with colours washed away by many attention-less years. I felt dirty just being here.
“Hi, I am Tess Collins; I work for Thames Valley Police. I brought Maria here. I am sorry for your loss, and also that this couldn’t be under happier circumstances.” The police officer spoke to my Grandparents for a while. Leaving me time to take my things up to my new room.
The stench as I walked in was unreal. The smell of the house could not be compared to this. It seemed as though someone had died in here. I felt claustrophobic; trapped by my surrounding, as I feared everything. I had never really spoken to my Grandparents that much before, mainly at funerals. I don’t think my Mum liked her Parents that much and it is easy to see why. I had been here ten minutes and I hated them. I kept thinking about the countless stories my Mum would suddenly tell about when her Mother tipped porridge over her head in one of her drunken rages or how her Father was so adamant she shouldn’t be a nurse that he hid two of her acceptance letters.
I sat on the stiff bed, as tears once more began to gather in my eyes. But this time I was not prepared for a battle. I began to replay each family memory: Christmases, Birthdays, and finally our recent trip to Florida. How could things change this much?
I heard the front door close as Tess left, my one escape route gone, just like that.
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