The Syndicate

Part 1. Slept In.

It was a day like any other in the Stevenson household and how is that you may ask, as usual, we all slept in and were late for either work or school. I was having a lovely dream, a dream about me and my best friend Thomas, having a wonderful strole around Hazelwood Manor and that we were the owners. I know right, who would have thought that within the heart of Scarborough, lay a beautiful seventeenth century Manor house, in the middle of the woods. My best friend Thomas and I, have been best friends since nursery, it was when we went on a school trip to the sea life center and no one wanted to be his partner and the girl I was supposed to be partners with was off sick and from then off we just clicked.

Hazelwood Manor, the place my mother and sister work and it will be the place that I also, start my works experience today. Am I excited yes, am I nervous, also yes, but it shouldn't be so bad, as I practically know everyone, from my times visiting over the years as a kid. Godfrey is my favourite, yes he can be overtalkative and put his foot in it at times, but he's so full of knowledge and interesting facts. Plus, he is also interested in photography, which is something that I am also interested in and I hope to make a career out of one day, this works experience at Hazelwood, is just so I can add something to my CV, so I can achieve my career goal, when I finish school. The only person I'm probably going to be nervous around is that bulldog chewing a wasp looking, Lady Hazelwood, Amy my sister, says she's a right stuck up cow.

I rolled over onto my side sinking further into my pillow, snuggling further into the mattress and hugging the duvet tighter around me. The gentle breeze slightly blowing in through the open window. Our house, is in a lovely spot in Scarborough, right by the sea but don't get me wrong, those early morning breezes don't half have a nip to them. It also doesn't help the fact that our house, is situated upon a hill. Suddenly, my dream was interrupted and I was awoken by someone shouting down the landing, the noise was muffled at first, as my brain was foggy and my eyes were struggling to open. Then my bedroom door bursts open. "Charlotte come on ge' up we're late!". Mam, bellows at me.

I groaned and rolled over onto my other side, as I grabbed hold of my pillow and slammed it onto my head, in order to muffle her shouting. It then suddenly went quiet again, with the distant mumbling of Amy and my brother Noah, winging at dad about having to hurry up. I then let sleep wash over me once more, listening to the sound of the seagulls, squarking away, as if they were sort of singing me back sleep, until once again. "CHARLOTTE!". Mam shouts for the second time, except this time, storms further into my room and she pulls the duvet from off me onto the floor. "I won't tell you again, come on ge' up and get dressed we've got half an hour t' leave this house!". She said, before exiting my room for the second time. "Okayyyyy mam, stop shouting at me". I whine, as I sit up in bed and stretch my arms up towards the ceiling with a yawn, before scratching my head slightly.

I then placed my slippers on my feet, protecting them from the cold wooden floor, in my room. I then shut my bedroom door, as I then dragged my feet over towards my floor length mirror, that was placed in front of my bedroom window. I opened my curtains and then peered outside quickly. The weather was quite dull, with the sun trying to get through the clouds, but from what I could see, in the direction of the beach, more darker clouds were rolling in. I then glanced at my reflection in the mirror and jumped slightly in shock, my hair looked like I had been electrocuted and the bags under my eyes, could have carried about 10 bags worth of shopping back from the supermarket.

I turned my attention from the mirror, to my duvet that my mam had previously flung on the floor and placed it back onto my bed, before I got my feet tangled in it and fall flat on my face, oh yes, did I forget to mention that, I am also accident prone, I think I have spent most of my childhood, in hospital's and doctor's over trivial things, such as, split head, sprained fingers, sprained ankles, deep cuts and bruises, I could go on and on. I think I could own a guineas book of records, for the most visits to the hospital. That and my mam is a hypocondriac, she's never been the same since, my premature birth, constantly lurking over me, watching my every move, sometimes I don't mind her doing it, as I know she is just trying to look out for me, but other times, it feels like she is suffercating me and I can't breathe.