The Boy Next Door

Chapter 4: The Boy Next Door

After a long day at school, I finally got home. When I stepped inside my old looking house, I dropped my bag by the rusty shoe rack like usual. I smelt a sweet smell of what seemed to be chicken soup, my mums finest meal, she makes it every Friday. I pulled of my shoes and placed them next to my mums on the rack. I hung up my jacket and then walked over to the sofa. I sat down and breathed a sigh of relief, after a long day at school, I could finally sit down. "How was your day sweet heart" said my mum from the kitchen. "It was good" I lied. My day was better than good. I think I found the love of my life.

After a while my mum finished making her chicken soup, she placed it on the wooden dinner table. I saw the steam rising up from the chipped bowl. I sat down at the table and wolfed down my food as I was starving and hadn't eaten much all day. "Woah! Slow down with your food" said mum trying to slow me down. "Sorry, I just haven't eaten much today, I'm starving" I said, my stomach growled. I eventually finish my food, I speedily walked over to the kitchen and placed my bowl in the sink, which was filled with warm water for mum to wash up in.

Suddenly I heard a loud roar of a car engine. We never usually get cars where I live, since it is such a small and poor village. The only cars I do see round here are small, and only 2 seats in them. I slowly walked over to the window, I pulled up the blinds a bit, to get a peak of what was going on outside. To my surprise it was Jack, Jack is the one who is living next door!