Different But Broken

Chapter 2 • Apples and Potatoes

"Yes dad." I joked. "I think I'm going to go now, I have to browse the Internet for cake recipes." I said

"No problem, bye Maynard!" He said while saving his hand excitedly like a child.

"Bye Robbie." I walked away.

I got out of the café and waited by the nearby bus stop. As I was waiting for a bus, I whipped out my phone and earphones then listened to Liquor by Chris Brown.

I've started to notice that my music playlist is very random. It ranges from songs like 7 years by Lukas Graham, Bang Bang by Nicki Minaj, Ariana Grande and Jessie J to songs like Jumpman by Drake and I think Future.

Some of my music is really old, for example like Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis and Pretty Wings by Maxwell.

I shrugged off the thought when I saw the bus come. I got into the bus and greeted the bus driver, Bob. His name suited him very well, Bob the bus driver. He also greeted me back with a smile.

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Today it seemed that Bob was kind enough to drop me off at my gate. I thanked him for transporting me home because 'taking me home' just sounds weird.

I stood outside the gate and looked at it. The gate had the name Skye on it in big cursive letters. I waited a bit before the gate was opened by one of the gatemen. They smiled at me and I smiled back.

What did I do to deserve this?

As I went inside, I started to look around. The house was a huge, and I mean huge mansion. The main colour is white. In front of the house, there is a huge lawn, that is always trimmed to perfection (A/N: Up there ^^^)

The house was beautiful and huge.

I entered the glass doors of the mansion and looked up. There was a big and beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling. It was made up of diamonds and gold.

I then looked at the two flights if stairs that curved upwards before me. In the middle of each staircase on the ground floor, there is a huge wooden door that led to the kitchen/ lounge/dining room area.

The kitchen was on the right side of the room, the lounge was on the left and the dining room table closer to the kitchen.

As I was looking at the kitchen I saw Aunt Grace, our helper already preparing for tonight's dinner. She wasn't necessarily my aunt, but I was taught that calling her 'Aunt' is a sign of respect.

She had a few grey hairs mixed in with her short shoulder length brown hair, she had wrinkled fingers that showed off how hard she has worked in her life and she has a smile that could bring warmth to any cold winters night and she is also quite short.

The air was filled with many aromas that I loved, well mainly because it smelled like food.

"Hello Aunt Grace" I greeted with a smile.

"Hello Darling, " She greeted warmly."I hope you're going to come back and help me chop onions."

"Of course, I'll come help after I change." I answered.