"Parcel"

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Mona's POV

I walked through the front door of my house to find nobody was home. I was home alone. I hated being home alone there was nothing worse. Especially when the doorbell rings, I always think it's going to be a murdered. I also always stay downstairs when I'm home alone, people think I'm weird that I'm scared of my own house but I just am.

I walked into the kitchen it was so quiet so I put the tv on to make some noise. When I'm home alone the slightest noise like a creak or a bang or any noise out the ordinary can scare me in seconds.

I sat down watching tv, my phone clenched to my side. I put on some noodles and waited while sitting down for them to be cooked in the microwave.

Bing..

I jumped out of my skin and even let out a little scream, but I remembered it was just the microwave. I got out my noodles and scooped them from the plastic cup into a bowl. I sat down with my phone still by my side eating my noodles and watching tv. Until a horror trailer popped up for a horror movie. I closed my eyes but opened them shortly after searching for the remote to switch the tv off.

I finally turned the tv off and took another mouthful of noodles while looking for a funny YouTube video.

Ding dong...

Yet again I jumped and also spilt the noodles all over mum's new sofa.
"Oh no" I thought to myself. I walked to the door. But then I told myself to look out the window to see who it was first because you never know. It was the postman.

I quickly ran to the door and opened it taking the parcel.
"This is a parcel from down the street number 63" I nodded and said Thankyou after taking the parcel.
I looked at the sticker that was stuck on the top. It was number 63, wait that's Mr Yates's house number. No way. I need to give this to him and I'm going to get to go into his house.

"Oh no the noodles" I said out loud.
I rushed into the kitchen and threw the parcel down on the side and got a wet cloth to get rid of the stain, and some washing up liquid while praying to god that It Would come out.
I kneeled down at the sofa scrubbing as hard as I could.

After 10 minutes the stain finally came out, i wondered if I should go and give Mr Yates his parcel. But I think it would seem a bit weird. Oh well.

I got my shoes on and my coat putting the hood up as it was raining. I stepped out my house remembering to lock it behind me. I walked along until I finally reached the outside of his house. It's not what I imagined it to be it had flowers outside and the grass was very green.
I approached the door and rung the doorbell.

Ding dong..

I heard the doorbell going through the house.
Until I saw someone coming through the glass of the door it didn't look like Mr Yates at all. Until the door was opened and I was standing in front of a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Maybe that's his girlfriend. Or even his wife.
"Parcel for Mr Yates the postman said he wasn't in so he left it with me" I smiled and gave her the parcel.
"Oh no hun you have the wrong house mr Yates lives next door I can give it to him if you like"
"Oh no it's okay I will" she closed the door and smiled.

I walked next door to his actual house checking his door number. This is definitely his house because I've seen the cars outside before in the school car park. I knocked on the door because it didn't have a doorbell. After 5 minutes of waiting I heard someone shout.
"Coming one second" I assume it was Mr Yates.
Until yet again I saw the shadow through the glass it didn't look like him at all I thought it may have been his girlfriend or wife. Until the door opened. It was Mr Yates. He smiled at me. He looked so different. It was weird not seeing him in school. He looked so good. Everything about him was perfect. Accept the fact that he was way older then me. Part of me wishes I opened that parcel then resealed it to see what it was. But I shouldn't be here I should have got mum to take this parcel. I really need to get him out of my head and remember that he is just a school teacher. But everyone can dream right?

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