The Final Scenes

The Final Scenes Chapter Two

Chapter two

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the house. It was... different. It looked like a home. I could actually see myself living here. Happy. Granted I'd only be living here for seven months until I left for University, but still.

The sound of a crow cawing loudly caught my attention. My eyes followed the direction of the noise and I saw a group of crows gathered together in a corner of the garden pecking at an unknown object, my interest piqued I started walking towards the group.

Like an alarm had suddenly gone off in my head I remembered the reason why I was here and felt deflated, I tore my eyes away from the unusual birds and looked around for any sign that the Estate Agent was here. There wasn't any sign of life anywhere so I walked towards the other end of the garden then sat on the swing and waited for someone to arrive.

Five minutes later a Ford Focus parked in front of the house and a tall young man with light brown hair carrying two files, who I assume is the Estate Agent, stepped out. He spotted me on the swing and walked towards me, a nervous grin on his face the whole time. Seeing his nervousness I decided to take the initiative and start the conversation.

Sticking my hand out for him to shake I tentatively said, “Hello, I'm Ryssa Grayson.”

He shook my hand and said , “I'm James Hillthorne, but call me Jamie.”

“Well it's nice to meet you Jamie.”

“Likewise.”

A smile made its way onto my face when I let go of Jamie's hand.

“So I assume that you're Mrs. Grayson's daughter.”

My smile faltered when he said 'Mrs'. She wasn't 'Mrs. Grayson' any more and she never will be again.

“Um.. yes, yes I am, my mum's going to be a bit late, she's stuck at work, sorry.”

“Don't worry, it's fine. So, should we start without her or would you like to wait?”

“Let's just start she'll be here in a few minutes anyway.”

“OK then, just hold on a sec,” he started to go through one of his files but dropped the one he wasn't looking at.

“Oh shit.”

He said in an annoyed voice. All of a sudden he started to go red and slowly looked at me and muttered a quick sorry before he bent his head down again.

I laughed at how embarrassed he seemed and started wondering how old he was.

Without thinking I blurted out, “How old are you?”

He looked at me quickly and grinned mischievously.

“Is it that obvious? OK, I admit it, you are officially my first client and I'm 22. How about you?”

“I8.” I replied.

There was a hint of a smile on his face and his grey eyes held mine for a moment until he broke away.

I followed Jamie up the path and into the house, I was only few steps into the house when the door slammed shut.