Twenty day challenge.

Day Seven

Day Seven. *unedited*

I screwed the letter up into a ball and tossed into onto the desk, I was thankful that Finch had already left me to my own devices, it would've been absolutely mortifying if he had taken it upon himself to read it, let's face it I didn't know if my feelings of him were real or whether I was making them up, after all the brain works in strange ways.

The most surprising thing about Finch leaving early was that even when he was here and instructed me to do any challenges he had been unusually quiet and not his usual self that could talk a hind leg of a donkey, it was almost as if he knew something was wrong but he didn't dare question it.

An hour passed, an hour full of relaxed peace may I add, the thought about the school phoning my parents very seldom occurred in my mind, it wasn't like they took any interest in what I did; well not since this morning and my mum's over enthusiasm that is. I could only hope that her enthusiasm wouldn't work against me, and would instead work for me.

I get my English homework done and then my maths, it surprises me how much homework I've got, but I suppose that in the past few days homework has been the last thing on my mind, which is not good, when you only have... what is it? Two months until the exams start that could change your life forever. Homework takes over the rest of the afternoon as the next time I look at my clock I realise it's gone six.

When I get downstairs down the pine coloured stairs and passed the colourful paintings that are so eye-catching you just have to look at them as you feel drawn into a world of colour and creation, and pictures of my family, I noticed that Finch was already seated, whilst Sophie tried desperately to make something she had tried to prepare in cookery class. Note how I said the word 'tried' at this moment in time it looked as if we would be having toast for tea, nobody could cook in this household including me.

"One moment," Sophie said as her phone gave a violent rumble in her pocket, she grabbed the phone as it slides out of her hand and tosses it in the air so it narrowly avoids going into the soup like mixture she was trying to prepare, after successfully catching it she pushed it against her ear and it came apparent that talking on her phone was top on her priority list now. Great. It most certainly looked like we'd be having toast and sandwiches for tea now.

"Oh, my are you serious?" She said as she had to stop herself from yelling into the phone, there was a look of pure shock adjacent on her face, as she continued her conversation with lots of nods; well until she realised that the person on the other end couldn't see her nods, she doesn't speak much just to say 'yes' or 'no' or 'I can't believe that,' it seems like a incredibly exhilarating conversation by the sounds of it. She walked out of the room, her legs had transformed into jelly as they shook with shock, and there was a look of mild confusion on her face that was quickly replaced by annoyance and anger.

"Well I didn't have much faith in her cooking abilities in the first place," Finch said shrugging as he closed the door to avoid overhearing Sophie's discussion that was quite possibly going to bore us to death if we didn't stop listening to it soon. "But is she expecting the food to magically cook itself or something?" He asked and I rolled my eyes at his very lame joke.

"We'll have to leave it until it boils over," I said simply, and this seemed like the only possibly solution, as neither of us had any clue what Sophie was cooking as she claimed that she was cooking it from memory, and we had now become faced with the downside of her initial idea, and once again we had to step in to stop the kitchen from burning down. Quite literally.

We sit down and no words are spoken, I sit down perched on the edge of my seat in a cross-legged position which I always sit in; well apart from when we're eating and I get told of because of my lack of table manners, Finch stares at me, and I stare back at him, and by the time Sophie returns we're caught up in a very exhilarating staring contest, and neither of us wants to admit defeat and break eye contact.