"Bum, butta, bum, butta, bum."
I tapped my thighs in beat with what I was saying. My eyes closed, as I felt the warm air around me. The ground underneath me was dirt. Rocky and hard. I let out a sigh and opened my eyes again, scanning the surrounding area. I was waiting for my father to return from his trip up to Uluru* with some of his mates.
He said it would be a 2 day trip and he was happy enough to let me stay home alone then get some crazy babysitter to look after me which I was relived about. I looked down at my watch that my father had gotten me for my birthday present a year ago. 2:38. He was supposed to turn up at 2:30 but knowing him he probably took a 'short' detour somewhere. When it struck 4pm though, I pushed myself off the back deck and walked back inside my house. There was no point waiting for him now, and I better get a start on dinner. I looked in the cupboards to see what we had left. Some flour and a bottle of water. Banter it was then.
*Uluru is a massive rock in the middle of Australia. It is right in the outback. Many people love to visit the place. Although you used to be able to climb it, they permanently said that no one is allowed to climb it because it is not respecting the Aboriginal land. It can also be called Ayers Rock. So if you've heard it been called it that then you are also correct:]
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