As the door creeps open I see the hallway full of photos and the flash backs start. I remember everything. Walking home into this hallway everyday after school,.
As I walked through and studied the photos on the walls I remember everything. The first photo I went past was my year7 class photo. It was my last school year living with my parents before I moved to that boring and snobby Boarding school.
As we continue to walk throughout the house the living room came next. A single tear ran down my cheek. This room was obviously one of the best. The first picture that planted into my mind was my first baby steps My father sitting in his big brown chair and my mother sitting on the floor in her nice floral dress and me in a bright pink shirt with bright blue pants.
The memory of this room goes on and on. I could never stop remembering us putting up the christmas tree together. There was this one moment when it was christmas with me at the age of 6 putting on the star at the top of the tree with my father lifting me up and mum there taking photos.
As we kept on going throughout the house, the memories just kept on going on and on and on.
By the time we reached the end of the house my eyes were red and my cheeks were puffy. The sadness of missing my parents is shown throughout the house.
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Dear Readers,
What do you think about Chapter 3?
Tried to get it a bit longer (sorry guys)
Bellarosa4403
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A Place I Used To Call Home
General FictionA 16 year old girl goes to an American boarding school when she receives a horrible phone call to say that her parents have been in a tragic car crash. As she goes back to her old town Vigro she remembers all her memories of her childhood. One day w...
