Going...Going...Gone *COMPLETE*

Chapter 5

As we neared towards the local park, I saw a figure on the swings, holding hands with another frame. They looked fairly young, probably about Rosie's age. One seemed to be a boy and the other a girl. "Strange," I thought, "they should be in school." It is a school day after all. "Or at least have a parent with them." I tutted to myself at how irresponsible adults can be sometimes. When we got closer to the children, I noticed a familiar outfit. I was shocked when I realised what I was seeing, Elliott seemed to be to - although I'm not sure why.

"Elliott, just walk over here a second," I said, pointing to the swings.

"Yeah, lets." He said and we quickened our pace. I gasped as we got within about 5 metres. Strangely, me and Elliott said something at the same time...not the same thing though.

"Rosie!" I blurted, as Elliot shouted, "Max!" Both children came bounding towards us, diving into our arms. 

"Who's your friend Rosie?" I asked.

"This is Max. He's a streetkid too!" 

"That's right," Elliot butted into our conversation. "This is my brother," So he'd already told me I was beautiful yet he hadn't bothered to tell me he had a brother. Normal... I mentally sighed and outstretched my hand.

"Well Max. Nice to meet you. I'm Charley, or Charles if you like," He smiled politely and shook my hand back. Such a cutie! He looked exactly like his brother but with brown hair. Still, he had those beautiful blue eyes that you could get lost in, the perfect bone structure. No wonder Rosie found a liking for him!

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"What can we doooo?" Rosie whined, dragging the 'o'. I suggested going to the park, finding food ready for tomorrow and even going to see Elliott and Max, but all were answered with a simlpe 'no'. 

"Fine," I sighed, "how about we go for a walk?" I hoped she'd agree to this. Not only because it was the last thing I could think of, but also because I genuinely wanted to go for a walk. After about 5 minutes (no exaggeration there either) of contemplating, she finally agreed. I didn't want to go through the alleys, like I did on my nightly walking ritual after Rosie'd fell into a deep sleep, incase any strange men were lurking. Rosie would get too jumpy and scream or something stupid like that - not good. Instead, I took her around the back streets behind the farm. They were where you would get the best view of the countryside. Even though it was just fields and sheep, I did enjoy looking out into the distance and just thinking. I'd sit on one of the fences and write in my journal or even start writing a new book. I'd never finish them; I'd always found something else to do instead. Dreamily sighing, I grabbed Rosie's hand and began skipping. She looked a little lost at first but once she got the idea that I wasn't slowing down any time soon, she joined in. We skipped for a good ten minutes before slowing to a complete halt. 

"Isn't it beautiful?" I said to nobody in particular. 

"What?" Rosie looked puzzled since I was just staring into the sky. I'm sure she must've thought I was crazy. 

"The sunset. It's gorgeous, isn't it?" She looked for a minute or so before nodding. I dreamily sighed and made Rosie rest her head on my shoulder. Just like in the movies, we leaned on each other and looked into the sunset. The vibrant pinks and oranges reminded me of my childhood room at my dad's house and I let a single teardrop fall from my right eye. Luckily, Rosie didn't notice anything; I didn't want to deal with her questioning me constantly. Eventually, we parted our heads and carried down the long, country road into the wide world of nowhere. God knows where we were walking to. Neither of us were using our brains to direct ourselves, just letting our feet take us where they'd like to. It was good to be able to, for once, not have to think so much and just relax. I should really do this more often.

Instead of going home that night (or early morning, should I say), we stayed in a different place. A quiet neighbourhood's bin alley. It wasn't bin day so we were okay to stay just overnight, as long as we vacated by morning. Which, we did. School was skipped once again because our household had 'the bug' (or so the teachers thought). A day all to myself and Rosie to think and sit and do absolutely nothing. Bliss.

For once in my life, things actually seemed to be going well.