FIRST IMPRESSIONS

stealing your clothes

s I walked the abandoned streets of London, with my iPod blaring in my ears, I couldn’t help but let thoughts of Mum slip through my mind. What’s she doing? Does she know I’m gone? Is she ok?

I came to a children’s park and I walked over to the swing set and sat down. I pushed myself until I was swaying slightly in the wind. I wondered if Mum had texted me, noticing I was gone. I reached into my hoodie’s pocket and took out my phone.

2 new unread messages.

I opened the first one and read:

“Hey sweetie, where are you? Xx M” 

I sighed. She must have sent this one in one of her very few sober moments.

I opened the other one, and as soon as I read it, I felt tears start to form in my eyes. From what I could make out, the text was meant to say:

Why did you leave me for your fucking Dad? Who’s gonna look after me! Some daughter you are…

I sighed.

And there’s the drunk text

The tears slowly cascaded down my face. I felt the presence of someone beside me, and I looked up to see Harry swinging quietly on the swing next to mine.

“Missing home?” he questioned giving me a sympathetic look.

“Something like that” I snorted. “Sooo…. Back to stalking me, I see.” I huffed, but a smile was creeping onto my face. The kid had a way of growing on you.

So maybe Curly Fries is not too bad.

“Ah, your sarcastic sense of humour never fails to amuse me.” he laughed sending shivers down my spine.

“You’ve seen nothing yet, Curls.” I said, lightly punching him in the arm.

“Do you do this on a regular basis? You know… sneaking out?” he questioned.

“Pretty much, but usually alone.” I said turning to face him.

He stood up and held his hand out for me to take. “Come on, we better go back before someone notices we’re gone. Or they might jump to conclusions…” he smirked.

“Hahaha, don’t push it.” I said, using is hand to pull me up, regretting having to drop it.

“You know, I still don’t know your name.” he grinned.

“Rhiannon, but call me Rhi” I said, mirroring his expression. We started heading back to the house.

“They suit you, you know.” he gestured to his track pants.

 “Yeah… you’re not getting them back.” I whispered as we entered the house.

I gave him a little salute as I headed up the stairs to my room and he fell back onto the couch.