Less than 20 minutes after walking through the Trail of Lights, I made it back to Maria Avenue as I walk down the many steps that led me back into the street. Walking in the same directions that took me home and I'm back at the front door. Good thing the music took my mind off the shit that happened today.
Opening the door, I find none other than Mum in the kitchen. "Hey, Jake!" she called out. "Hi, mum!" I replied, walking upstairs to my bedroom. "How are you, son, good day?" she asked me. "Yeah, I sure did, what about yourself?" I replied, acting naturally.
Mum said that she had a really cool flight which was to Budapest. You know, I've always wanted to go to Budapest for the summer and Mum wants to as well. She also told me just now that she is making a good lasagna with homemade garlic bread.
"YYEEAAHUP!" I called down, smiling. By that time, I just got back into my room and sat my shit on my bed. "Be down in a jiffy!!" I called down, with mum replying back "OOOKAYY!!"
Can't wait to get into my own clothes after another long day in school! With my room door closed behind me, I stripped off my uniform, chucked it over the other side and went over to my drawers to lift out a red t-shirt with black stripes on it and creamy beige shorts.
One other you don't know about me: I'm into wearing stripy t-shirts with dark-colored shorts; I started to use the habit of it for a couple years. I'm talking about having ten pairs of black or brown shorts with only 8 stripy t-shirts.
I don't always have t-shirts and shorts; I also have in my drawers some clothing that I put on if I'm on a night out with the family or something. Like jumpers, shirts, ties and even dark blue or black jeans.
Back to the story – I slipped on my new clothes along with my Converse, chucked my school shirt and trousers over to my laundry basket with my blazer, jumper and tie on my chair. Before I could go back downstairs, I took my empty water bottle and food containers out of my schoolbag because they need bit of a cleanup!
Another thing you don't know about what I have in this household: we've got this dishwasher which is fitted near the cooker in our tiny kitchen and it saves a lot of time we spend on hand-washing the dishes!
I walked down the stairs, only to hear a knock at the front door. I wonder who that could be. "I'll get it." I called to Mum, setting down the tubs on the brown table near me, before opening the door to find none other than...Zara?
"Hi, Jake!" she said, smiling. "Hi!" I replied, this is unexpected, but this should be good. "Is this bad timing?" she asked. "No, come on in." I said, stepping out of the doorway to allow her to walk in here.
I haven't even seen her outside her uniform before, is she wearing an American flag t-shirt and a dark burgundy skirt? She's wearing Converse like mine, except it's got the Joker from the Dark Knight on them.
"Who's that at the door, Jake?" Mum said, walking into the hallway wondering on what's up. "Just a friend of mine, Mum." I said. "A friend?" I forgot to tell Mum that I have Zara coming over tonight for a wee while, we already talked about it when I was in the detention room all day.
"Zara, meet my Mum." I said to Zara, introducing them to each other. I know what you're thinking about: why would a kid like myself allow a random that Mum doesn't know about come into our house around dinner-time?
Well, tell you the truth, Mum hasn't met Zara before yet she is aware that she is my mate who goes to the same school as I do and often chats up with me on Facebook everyday. "Hi, nice to meet you. Welcome to our home." Mum said, shaking her hand.
"We're just about to have some dinner, if you want to join us." Zara, who likes to chow down on lasagna sometimes, likes the idea of that. "I'd love to, when it'll be ready?" She asked mum. "Just about five minutes, I'll call you both when it's ready." She replied, walking back to the kitchen to check on the food.
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Star Pupil
HorrorWARNING: The following pages contain scenes of violence, strong language, horror and one scene of sexual nature. Pages may not be suitable for all readers. Reader discretion is advised. 16 year old Jake McDowell is an upper 6th year pupil who lives...