Two Ghosts - HS

Chapter Two

I landed just before midday, I managed to sleep for a few hours after watching two movies and way too many episodes of Friends in the plane. My mind over thought the decision of this trip, I am not sure if coming home was the right thing to do, or if this is the right time to come back. Of course I couldn't regret it because I was already cruising the Atlantic.

I knew my mother would be waiting for me just across the airport doors, and I am already preparing  my fake smile and show her excessive happiness, just how she like it. I know I shouldn't say that, don't get me wrong, I love my mom, but I know that if I'm going to stay with her for sometime I have to be ready to show her how happy I am with my new life and how grown up I'd become after the last time she saw me.

As I expected, she was waiting for me just across the doors in International Arrivals. She welcome me with a tight hug as always

- You can not imagine how happy I am to see you Brooke - She told me with joy

- It is nice to see you again mom - She released me from her hug - How are you?

- Way better now that you are here darling - She said with a smile on her face, while already grabbing my suitcase through the crowds and making our way to the parking lot.

The drive home was normal, we catched up on the usual things. My work, her work, New York, and how things were going with my new apartment.

- You look great Brooke, beautiful as always, but you look happier, honestly - she told me as she pull over in front our door. Her front door, not mine anymore

- Thank you, I am really happy mom, really - I wasn't lying, I am happy, way more than I used to be when I left England.

As soon as I exited the car all the memories came over me. The house look just the same as when I left five years ago. The gloomy weather and the wet pavement made me remind myself how much I missed english weather. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes for just a second, I have to admit that I have missed this. Although the weather it's tough in Holmes Chapel, the place has this magic aura that make you feel part of an old story town. I used to love this place when I was little, I never honestly care of getting my hair wet or my boots dirty. My childhood in Holmes Chapel will always remain me the feeling of freedom. Wet grass, dirty knees, and rosy cheeks. I am jealous of that little girl, little me, without worries, without being scared about the future, without a broken heart...

I followed my mother to the front door, and as soon as I entered to the house it was like I never left. The place remain the same for what I remember, and I know that I am not mistaken because I remember every room in this house, every corner, and every detail. My mother is not the type of person that like changes, so the decoration itself has been the same for almost twenty years now. Nothing fancy, it was an english house with the warm feeling of home and the millions of memories that made a normal family, with it's ups and downs.

- I will make you something to eat darling, I heard on the tele that food in airplanes are disgusting and bad for your health - She said furrowing her eyebrows. My mother have never left England, so she wouldn't exactly know how bad was the food in airplanes really.

- That would be great mom, I am starving - It wasn't til now that I realised that my belly was making noises, I couldn't managed to eat anything during the flight, the food didn't look that bad, but I was too nervous to even eat something.

I made my way to the stairs, I wonder how my room look like. The wooden floor crack beneath my feet as soon as I made it to the top of the stairs. The hallway look just like always. My horrible painting was still hanging of the wall. It brings a smile on my face when I remember how happy I was of my first painting, and my mother framed it showing her proud to me. As the years passed I realised that the painting was horrible, but everyone in my family made me believe that it just looked like a Van Gogh piece.

I made my way to my old bedroom, passing the door of my mother's office and the master bathroom. I stood still just behind my door, doubting If am ready to see what I left a few years ago. I took a deep breath and push the door with my hand. Of course it wasn't a surprise, my bedroom look just the same as the last time I had been here. Almost all my belongings were still there. I left with such short notice that I didn't bothered to take everything with me to the US. Or maybe deep inside, I thought that I would be coming home sooner.

My eyes traveled from left to right, admiring this room that only I knew how many hours I had passed here. I smile widely as I admire my old library, full of teens books and my diaries.

I looked through my window and watch my old view, so different than my view in my new apartment. Way more peaceful.

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