Dreamers

Chapter two

I thought of his for the next half an hour. His floppy hair, flattering skin and gorgeous eyes. Why did I like him so much? He was basically just a customer who had taken advantage of the use for the shop.

I heard another knock at the door. How many times?! I thought to myself, slamming my book down. A shops not going to have a sign saying 'open' if it's doors are shut are they? What was the point in knocking? To annoy the staff so much they eventually hated you?

I sighed again before strolling over to the door. A little bit off me wanted it to be the boy again. I wanted him to just stay in the shop so we could chat and laugh and get to know each other, but a part of me knew it was probably my parents. I shook my head. I couldn't believe how I felt about someone over the matter of minutes which I had met them in.

I smoothed down my dress. I had a habit of doing this when I was welcoming people into the shop. It made me feel a little bit more fresh and presentable. Something most people wouldn't understand if it bit them up the hind.

I opened the door with a broad smile on my face. "Hey mu-". I was cut off in the middle of my sentence as I realised something wasn't right. It was a police lady. When someone the police is on your door stop, somethings up.

"Um, is everything alright?" I asked sheepishly. I was sacred I was going to get into trouble. What was wrong? Had the mysterious boy told a lie about me? Did he say I was unproffesionaly chatting him up? My legs were turning to jelly.

"Do you mind if we step inside?" The lady asked. "We"? I just realised that out of the gloom stepped another officer. His face was upset and twisted. He looked at me and mouthed sorry, as if I knew what was happening here. The woman let herself inside not waiting for me to give her any kind of response.

I looked at them curiously as they walked around the shop, looking at everything. They even started picking up a few old volumes and looking at the authors names. They seemed to be putting something off. It was like they were scared to say, or even admit, to something.

They muttered a few things to themselves as they strolled around. I still had no idea why they barged in, looking at things and even a few times I saw one of the officers take notes in a notebook. I'd had enough.

Gathering all the courage I had, I calmly began to speak. "I really do respect the police force, I really do. I mean don't get me wrong, but why the hell do you need to take notes on my parents properly and barge in here like you own the place?" They didn't look as if they were about to snap which was kind of what I was expecting, they just looked sympathetic until one of the police officers spoke.

"We are up...seeing how much this shop and the...er...contents are...worth. Quite a lot actually." She was trying to turn a positive spin on things, but I could tell she was the least professional out of the two.

"Erm, and why would you need to be er, seeing how much everything is worth?" I asked. My legs were shaking. My head was spinning.

She didn't need to say it. I didn't want to hear it. I already knew it.

"Your parents are dead."