Above and Below

Moving Day

Phil had never left Rossendale and now he was moving almost 300 miles away. Leaving all his friends. Everyone he had ever known! This was not fair why did his Dad have to get a job in a boring old town in the south. He'd never even heard of it.

Worthing where even was Worthing!
He thought as he helped his mum haul the last box into the hire van.
Didn't Andy Murray mention it once pretty sure he called it boring, cant wait to move there!
Sighing he slammed the door of the van shut and joined his mum in the front.

"Dad could have helped us pack" he grumbled as he slumped in the seat.

"He had to go ahead early to move all the furniture in you know that Phil" his mum snapped back, It was going to be a long five hours.

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Seven Hours later they finally arrived. A combination of travel sickness and bad traffic had ended up adding hours to their journey and it didn't help that the sat nav overheated and died about 3 hours in. As the sun set the van slowly pulled into the driveway and Phil's dad came out to meet them, a grin plastered onto his face.

"Hello dear" he said as he pulled his wife into a hug. Phil didn't care he just wanted to sleep. Glancing over his dad saw the look on his face and understood.

"Your room is the one at the top"

Glancing up at the four story house in front of him Phil wondered absent mindedly if he would die before he reached the attic. The weather was hot a muggy making everything more difficult. He started for the house and began the assent.

As he finally slammed the door he flopped on the bed.

Sleep

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Bleary eyed Phil woke. He could see the stars, real stars that wasn't right. He was used to the cheap glow in the dark stars he blu tacked to the celling with his best friend when he was ten. It took him a few minutes to wake up enough to realised he was looking out one of the two skylights in the roof of an attic bedroom.

Glancing at the watch on his wrist it declares it was just gone 3am. Noticing he hadn't got changed into any pyjamas he wrenched himself out of his bed and look at his room properly for the first time.

It was much bigger than his old room there was actually room for him to spin around if he wanted, and at that moment he did. As he span he felt at home for some reason even though his 'real' home was almost 300 miles away. Spotting a door to the left of him which had to be a bathroom Phil really needed a shower since he didn't have one before collapsing earlier but he had no clue where a towel would be. After tearing open a few boxes to no avail he tiptoed out of his room to the van out front. Luckily he bathroom had been one of the last things they loaded.

After his shower he wondered back into his room, from his standing perspective he could now see the beach, part was fenced off and he stopped with a start. That it was part of his house! There was a small rowing boat tied to a stake in the shingle right next to the shore. While towelling his hair dry he gazed out across the vastness of the sea. Once it was dry he sighed and threw on some tracksuit bottoms he had found earlier and went back to bed.