Missing Home.

I Find A Chisel.

The first three words that came to my head as I drove up the drive way to number 196 was 'shit, shit and oh look another shit'.

"What's the chance of electric rollers?" I asked.

Mum got out of the car to pull up the garage roller system, great not even electric, joy. I guess I shouldn't expect an electric roller door on a place that looks 300 years old.

I drove into the garage but got a tyre stuck on something and had to try and reverse out. Yeah that didn't work. I barely got a foot and was stuck. I needed to get out and check that, I swear I know more about cars then my mother, I looked out the drivers window, the trees were going everywhere waving around as if they were at a concert waving their arms side to side above their heads like they were matching the best to a love song. It was still raining here, so I decided on slipping my raincoat on with my jumper on underneath. I reached for the handle and opened the door. The wind smashed into my face, slamming the door shut in front of me, while almost taking my hands and feet with it. I opened it again and pushed it the full way while still holding it, to keep it open. I safely exited the vehicle with all of my limps still attached and in working condition. I looked at what the front right wheel was caught in.

"I think it's stuck on an old air bed." I said.

It must of still had a little bit of air in it since it got stuck to the tyre, the air probably got pushed back when the tyre ran over it. Joy this was going to be fun.

"Ok, Charlie, I'm going to put my foot on the gas and you are going try and pull the air bed out." My mother said.
"Either that or I could crave a hole in it and let the remaining air escape. You pick."
"Well do you have an knife on you?" She asked.
"Good point, we'll do it your way."

"Ok, one, two, three, pull." My mum called out from inside the car. I took a step back to stabilises myself and started pulling on the bed. It was going anywhere.
"It's no use, I'm going to go and check what old man weirdo has left in the shed out the back. " I called out.
"Ok, scream out if something goes wrong like that you feel though a twenty metre hole or something on the lines of seriously injuring yourself, because if you don't I might not notice and then if you did die I might get quite lonely Intel your father gets here." She said.

That is if I'll be able to see anything, it was already getting quite dark and I haven't even reached the shed. I walked up to the old tin thing, it was a pretty big shed, about twelve metres by eighteen metres. I walked up to what looked like the entrance, a chunk of tin on a sliding rail. I grabbed my phone out and turned on the torch on it. The light flooded into the mess of thing. I opened the door slightly more so that there was about five centimetre gap and peered through. Something reflected the light. I turned my phone to that way and something moved.

"Shit." I yelled.
"Are you ok, honey?" Mum called out from the front of the house.
"Yeah, fine."

I slid the door across and stepped in, swiping the light right to left. When nothing moved I start to step through the junk, that covers the entire floor. How am I going to find anything in here? My steel cap boots are the only reason why I haven't crushed my foot into the iron poles that are hidden away from sight.

I made it to the other side of the shed, without breaking any of my ankles, I shined my light onto the wall and found a chisel. It was better then nothing, I'm just hoping that it won't snap in half.

I made it out just as something came flying at my head, before it smashed my head in I caught it.

"Oh shit sorry and great catch by the way." I boy said from over the fence.
"It's alright." I said.
"Did you play, football at your old town, or something, ahh I assume you are moving in here, you not old man Pat's grandad daughter are ya?"
"No, we're moving in and I better go, our tyres stuck." I said.
"Ahh that explains the chisel, sort of, would you like some help?"
"Nah, it's ok, I've got it handled" I said, and raised the chisel.
"Oh ok." He said.
"What, you think that I would mind if I got grease on my clothes do ya?"
".... What no..... I was just.... "
"I'm messing with you." I said.
"Yeah." The boy said. " I know that."
"Ok."
"So, you can fix a car?" He asked.
"I can do better than that." I said.
"Oh."
"I can build one from scratch, if I have to."
"Ooh." He Said.
"What, don't believe me?" I asked.
"What no, ahh, yes I do believe you."
"Are you nervous?" I asked.
"What no. It's just... I don't know. I never expected you to be able to do that kind of thing."
"What, because I'm a girl? Whatever, listen I've got to go, next time watch where you kick that thing as well" I asked and started walking to the front yard.
"By the way, I didn't get your name."
"That's because I didn't give it."
"Well that's cute, mine's Jake. Jake Creek." Jake said.
"Charlie Grey." I said and turned and walk off to help mum with the tyre problem.
"Charlie Grey" I heard him whisper, "perfect." Ok that creeped me out a bit.