We were just outside and I went took a deep breath before opening the door, leaving the world of the outdoors.
"We're home! And going to my room." And we left to the upstairs.
I open the door, we sit on my bed I lie on his chest and I turn on the TV. News, no. Music, no. Living TV, no. Documentaries, no. Animal TV, no. TV FM, no. Corronation Street Onubious, yep.
I love Corrie. Everything about it, so does Connor, so we'll just watch it together sometimes and talk about it.
But we get interrupted by the downstairs. I get up, open the door again and pop my head out. "What is going on down there?" I yelled.
"Nothing." My mother suspiciously replied. Then my father's head came around from the kitchen door.
"What do you want?"
"A divorce." I think he whispered, but left before I could say anything. I wasn't sure, surely it mustn't be that, surely they would have done that years ago. Or could they....?
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The Scholarship
Teen FictionShe's the usual teenage girl, hormones, easily excitable and so much fun. But when her dad creeps back from lurking in the shadows since she was aged three, he brings up bad memories- and tangled along a catch. Bailey must choose between two things...
