Thank You For The Memories

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

21tst February 2005,

Freya and I walked side by side the silence around us is soothing, we had just come back from school but that stupid email is still at the back of my mind, like a constant reminder of how much I stuffed up.

"Oh hey, did you send the email to Lenny, I forgot to send it yesterday", Freya says boredly.

"Ah, yeah?" I tried dodging the question all day, not that she had remembered to ask until now.

"What did you think about it?" Freya nudges my shoulder. I didn't want to tell her it was really really crap. Given her situation she hated doing her schoolwork, hell I had to do it for her. So I knew she wouldn't have given any thought to it.

"It was good... Really good." I lied through my teeth, I hate lying and she knew every time I did. But surprisingly she bought it. Yesss, you conniving little pig. My subconscious definitely knew how to piss me off but I pushed her down.

Pushing my hair out of my face. We both continue to work down the road. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist looking if Lennox written back. I could probably ask Freya if I could come over. Not that I actually ask when I need to. I usually just show up but I had to, Freya usually goes out on Wednesday's with her dad. So thats definitely out of the picture.

As we turn into our street Freya waves goodbye and we part ways. Freya and I live in the same street as each other and Lennox lived on the next street down from us. Even though Lennox and his parents moved to London, they still owned the house just in case they move back in the future. I think that's the only thing that gives me hope, hoping that'd he'd come back home. Pathetic I know. This is probably one of those crushes I'd regret when we grow up.

Before I know it I'm at the front of my house walking up the driveway. No matter how many times I walk up my driveway I still get the air knocked out of me looking up at it, when I was little I use to think that I lived in a castle. But now it's just home.

Walking through the front door, just by looking around the front room I can tell that mum has had the maids clean up the house with her help, of course. She was bossy all the damn time, yet so passionate about everything. The white marble floors have a wax shine to them. Going up the stairs, I trial my finger on the wall looking at all the photos of my mom and dad when they were young, when they were married, my baby photos to now. It's like a timeline of the Johnson history, every time I look at the black framed photos on the cream walls.

"MOM I'M HOME", I shout when I get to the top of the stairs I poke my head into her room where she is reading a book on her bed.

"Hey sweetheart. How was school?" she asks putting her book on her lap, looking over at me.

"Yeah it was great. In science we learnt about reproduction and embryos and foetuses and I got an A in my history report", I speak 100 miles per hour.

"Thats fantastic sweetie, that sounds like an action filled day", she says in her interested voice. The one thing I absolutely love about my mom is that no matter how boring or how many times I repeat something she is alway interested in what I say.

"Thanks mom, I'll see you in a bit I have to do some homework. See you for dinner", I say walking backwards to my room.

"Okay Athena baby", mum says going back to her reading.

Forgetting I running into her room giving her a quick kiss on the cheek then run out the room, towards mine. From her room I can hear her laughter.

Going into my room I drop my bag on the floor, clasping down on my bed I look over at my school bag. Homework is always first priority but the damn email is screaming at me to be opened. I knew for sure Lennox would have written back to 'Freya' and I knew I wouldn't be able to resist myself from writing back. Damn you, me.