Home

Chapter 1

The new house was great aside from one minor detail: the walls of my bedroom were a bright pink with purple love hearts to add insult to injury.

This wouldn't have been a problem if I was a girl but I was a male at the ripe old age of 16 with interest solely for writing and indie music. I was different.

Then there was the window: reaching down to my knee with no curtains. This meant that if one day I forgot to change my clothes in the bathroom, some old lady walking down the street was going to get a heart attack.
Other than that it was perfect.

It was somewhere Adam branch could call home after weeks spent in lodges and temporary accommodation. I didn't complain, my dad had enough to deal with without me being a little twat.

When we first moved into the house it had been bare, no furniture whatsoever. The furniture we had bought online had yet to be delivered. A night spent fitfully on a cold carpet without gas to warm up the atmosphere.

This wouldn't have been a problem if I hadn't had to go college the next day. That was the sole reason for the move. In our old accommodation it had taken me over an hour to get to college in the morning. Now I could simply walk into town whenever I felt like it.

College that day was great. I love Mondays. Two periods in the morning leaving me with the whole afternoon off. Blissful.

Our furniture arrived the next day luckily. Two ripped dudes carrying heavy items in without signs of fatigue or exertion. I poured out two glasses of apple juice and my dad gave them money for a pint. I never saw them again but why would I? People go all the time, even the ones you want to stay.

We wouldve watched TV together, my dad and I, as a way to celebrate the move. But we didn't have a TV. And, as a consequence, we couldn't watch TV. Such a shame...

It was quite dark outside and we both slipped gratefully into our beds which our rooms now came complete with. My Union jack bedspread was a perfect match for the love heart wallpaper. The room already littered with all my junk; CDs; books; posters I had yet to stick up; all my writing materials, pens, paper and my computer.

I didn't go to sleep straight away. Instead I spent a good twenty minutes simply staring out of the window. Our back garden was a mess. None of the neighbour's kept care of theirs either. All the grass was overgrown and strewn with litter.

The dark street was illuminated by a solitary streetlight. The orange colour it made was highly mesmerizing.
That was when I noticed the man. He was stood outside, his form only catching some of the streetlight's beam. It looked like he was looking directly into my window. But he couldn't have been. What was he doing out there? It must've been freezing! I could literally see the icy breeze whistling through the air.
I didn't see him leave before I drifted off to sleep.

So that's the first part of Home. I'm already working on finishing the novel so I'll post chapter 2 sometime this week. Any feedback is appreciated!! :D