The Disclosed Secret

Chapter Eight ~

I rode home on my bike. My now dark hat stuffed under my beanie hat, not even a wisp in sight. Dad could not see my hair or he'd murder me and never let me step over the door again. I could kill Cassandra, I could literally kill her! I parked my bike around by the side of the house on the marshy ground. Dad wasn't the gardening type. I open the front door cautiously, trying to creep into through the living room to the hall so I could go downstairs. I walked along the beige carpeted corridor downstairs. The first door on my right was my study. Dad had sorted it for me! There was my beech desk and polka dot computer chair. My blue netbook was on top of the desk with my blue iPhone next to it. My white Apple Mac computer was in the corner on its white monitor and keyboard stand. Along the opposite wall was my settee with its large squashy cushions. And at the top of the ceiling was a red chandelier giving the room a rosy glow. I can't believe my Dad had gone to all this trouble! I walked along to the next door and stepped in. It was a glorious mahogany bathroom. The walls were dark brown, ditto the floor. The bamboo double power shower and bath were along the back wall. The bamboo sink was just underneath the window. On the wall opposite the bath and shower was a dark wooden three tiered towel stand filled with fresh white big towels, hand towels and flannels. I was amazed. I walked to the next room, the biggest one. It was turquoise painted with a white carpet. My double bed had its usual turquoise duvet on. There was a full length mirror on the wall and a white book shelf that almost covered the whole of one wall, filled with my favourite CD's and books. My music player was on one of the sections. There was a new white canopy above my bed and it looked enchanting. I was so happy. I just stood there for a minute, staring at the room in awe. I ran down the corridor and up the stairs and into the kitchen. Dad was standing there cooking garlic and peppercorn chicken kievs at the stove.

"Dad thank you so much!" I yelled excitedly.

"It's okay sweetie, do you want your tea before you see your friend or after?" he asked.

"I'll just have it now!" I said happily. I had almost forgotten about my terrible hair. Almost I said, not completely.

"Anyway" Dad said "why are you wearing your hat?"

"Um, in just really really cold!" I said urgently.