'Little bold one'

Life

Light drizzle floated elegantly from the candy floss - pink clouds on a tranquil evening. I never knew England could actually be picturesque. I was in the attic of Derek's oversized house. Like a little rabbit cooped up in a miniature den, I had the most cosiest, snug bedroom. A little circular window sat in the corner where I looked out every evening into the English sky and black birds flapped their wings frantically in the frosty air.
At first I thought Derek was trying to get me as far away as possible to him and my mother but he told me he thought I suited that room and I can fill all of the ancient shelves with my precious books.
Clarke, my new step brother, has his bedroom straight under mine. Deafening, depressing music blaring through the vibrating walls everyday isn't a good sound. However, his social skills are so much better. Faultworth Grammar School is where Clarke and I both go. He's in the year above but I have lunch with him and his friends everyday. They were the only welcoming people I had set my eyes on in Faultworth. Crowds of disgusted snobs presented their motionless faces in the polished ebony corridors. The education was tough but worth it. Journalism was my dream. To write columns about hidden places, people and history that were never exposed.
Steadily, I was getting into the rhythm of life in England. I would walk home everyday, usually with Clarke, and we would get cookies from their local bakery on the corner. I would complete my upcoming homework due for precisely the day after then went downstairs and browsed through Derik's library of English literature. From Jane Austen to Shakespeare, Derek kept a continuous collection of traditional novels. Thankfully, he liked me because of my obsession with Literacy so I could peep at every book on every shelf.
Clarke was complete opposite. He loved composing and playing music. With the finest collection of shiny, colourful guitars, Clarke stored all of his music creations in his very own room of 'music phenomenons'. His hobbies didn't matter to me. I clicked with him straight away, mainly because he was hilarious and made an awkward turn into an everlasting memory. That was my favourite part about him. Plus he liked my new boyfriend. They were best friends.