Mrs. and Mr. Jackson took me to a bedroom that now I can say it's mine. Believe it or not, it's the first time I have one all to myself. In my childhood, I used to sleep on the floor and in the host families I had to share the bedroom with other kids.
This could be my shelter when I don't wanna see anyone or when I just wanna be alone.
Some people do drugs or drink alcohol or something related to that but at the end, they are all just looking for a tiny place that gives them a shelter to survive to this terrible world or just the society of it because it gets really hard to live in this world where everyone is judged.
People like to hurt but when they hurt someone, they can hurt really deeply and you just don't want to live the reality. You don't wanna see how the society it's like and you want to go away but you can't.
And then you do stupid things like that's your shelter but you don't have to. Your shelter can be your bedroom, where you can dream of a better world and where you can sing, dance, imagine, do exercise, all kind of things that are good. A shelter it's not putting yourself in a bad place where you struggle to get out and the more you struggle, the more you get in. That's not the best for you.
So, whenever I feel like that like I really want to run away, I'll be in this bedroom.
"Hey, Harry. We want you to meet our daughter, she just got home now, so please go downstairs. We're in the living room, honey." Mrs. Jackson informed me when she opened my bedroom door.
I nodded. "I'll be there in a minute."
This house was so big that I could get lost in it. Every hallway led to another one, it was like a labyrinth.
"So, your daughter is invisible hum?" I said when I finally found where the living room was and didn't saw any young girl there.
"Oh Harry, she just went to the toilet." Mr. Jackson giggled.
While I was waiting to meet Emily, I started looking at every single wall in the living room, the walls were white and all of them had shelvings full of baseball awards and photos from the 80's or the 90's.
"So, Mr. Jackson." I started talking but he immediately interrupted me.
"Please, call me Kyle."
"So, Kyle, you were a baseball player and as it seems you were a good one." I pointed to all the awards that were in the living room.
"Yes, I was! We should go play baseball someday. What do you think? But don't feel bad if I win." He laughed and then went back to reading his newspaper.
"Yeah, we should and don't feel bad if you lose," I smirked.
"Hello, Hello!" Someone happily saluted.
As it seems it was Emily.
Her curly brown hair was falling perfectly behind her back but still, I could see how long it was. Her light brown eyes were looking into my green ones and a big smile was crossing on her face, showing her perfect white teeth and making some dimples in the middle of her pinkish cheeks.
She was wearing a flowy blue dress with a black leather jacket on top of it and some big socks that reached her knees. Black short boots were on her feet, probably, due to the fact that was freezing in London. And that she was beautiful I couldn't deny.
"Hi. I'm Harry." I introduced myself. "Nice to meet you, Emily."
"Hi, I was so excited to meet you!"