Sowing The Seeds Of Love. (Eddie Munson)

A National Acrobat.

ONCE AGAIN, AN ARGUMENT ARISED IN SALLY'S HOUSEHOLD. She'd started it, she put her hands up to that, but she knew she wasn't in the wrong. She'd been trying to talk her mother and Neil into helping her get a driving license, but was quickly put down, being told there was no need right now because Billy could drive. Like a lunatic she'd replied.

And due to her relentless begging, they brought up the reason why she was grounded, thus being another factor to why she was not allowed a car.

Becoming infuriated, she stood up at the dinner table and left, slamming her door by accident and fearing someone may come and shout at her for it, but they never came.

She fell backwards onto her bed, legs dangling over the end. She stared at the ceiling, imagining a life were she had a family that were at least reasonable, a brother who would have a joke with her. But her sister, her sister was perfect, she wouldn't change Max, except maybe so that she wouldn't take such long showers.

She sat up with a sigh, realising that at this point of the night she would be left alone, much to her pleasure. They weren't a close family, they didn't have pancakes on Sunday, didn't watch movies together or even go out to see them. She really longed for something like that, she felt lonely at times when she was left to her own thoughts, even if it was better than the shouting and screaming if she stepped foot out of her door.

She decided to put on Songs From The Big Chair, her favourite Tears For Fears album, to try and lighten her mood. Sitting back down on her bed, she huffed and started on some homework that was due by tomorrow, it was something she'd never learn from, leaving it until the last minute.

She'd zoned out not even midway through, thinking about random things that popped into her mind whilst fiddling with her pen. Snapping out of it she walked over to her coat pocket and pulled out her packet of cigarettes, not bothering to open the window seeing as the house already reeked because of Neil and Billy. A bad habit that she'd learnt from them.

She leant back against he headboard, the only noise able to be heard was her sound system quietly playing on two stacks of books that she'd read over the years.

There was a soft tap at her window that she didn't hear at first, and then another, which she heard but assumed it was the gusts of wind that had picked up. Then the third tap came louder, she sat up with a frown, looking over and feeling sceptical about investigating. She butted out her cigarette in the ash tray residing on her nightstand, thinking it would be nothing.

Walking over she pulled her curtain back a little to peek out, jumping immediately at the smiling face looking back at her.

She pulled up her window, glaring at him. "What the fuck are you doing Munson?"

"Thought we'd revise together here, seeing as your grounded" He complacently shrugged, feeling a little conscious of his decision now due to her displeased face.

She let him crawl inside the window, stepping back and shaking her head. She wished he'd never found out where she lived. "Billy will kill you if he finds you in here, I'll be killed!"

He snorted a little, thinking she was joking until she didn't crack a smile back. "Well, they'll never know, I'm an acrobat, trust me" He winked, looking around her room whilst trying to straighten his now crumpled clothes down.

Sally looked down at hers, realising she was only wearing shorts and a top, without a bra, her eyes widened a little at that. Alarmed, she put on the wooly sweater that was on her desk chair. Thanking the lord that he hasn't noticed, and if he had, he'd ignored it.

Relieved, she sat back down on the edge of her bed, watching him admire at her posters, and then look over her record collection which was stacked up in a cardboard box.