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Hearing the front door slam and the sound of light footsteps coming from the hall I rise from my position on the couch and walk over to see who it is while wiping my eyes and hoping the redness isn’t to obvious. Slipping my head around the wall I see Trish struggling with two plastic bags full of groceries while trying to relieve herself of her high heeled ankle boots. Rolling my eyes I head over and take the bags off of her and turn to walk with them to the kitchen.
“Oh, thank you Adelina. Nearly fell over ‘er.” Once I sit the bags on the counter I turn to her, my eye brows raising in slight amusement. The image of her falling over nearly makes me laugh out loud but I stop myself before it slips.
“You know, you could have came in and set the bags down and then took your shoes off.” She shakes her head and starts to unload the groceries, putting things in the shelves and fridge.
“No, I don’t like that. I have a thing with walkin’ on the carpets with dirty shoes.” I grimace at the thought of the dirty shoes I’ve left sitting beside the couch from when I came back earlier. I better move those before she sees them.
“Well, what would y’ like for dinner then? I just bought a load of new food since I’m not to sure what you and Lewis like yet.”
“Is it not a little early for dinner?” I ask.
“Adelina its Six o’clock, I’m sure that’s not too early.”
Oh, I never even realised the time. I’ve been so engrossed in my thoughts for the last couple of hours I haven’t paid it any attention. The sentence that Conor spoke has replayed in my mind constantly, causing a new wave of grief to crash over me every 10 minutes. I never knew that was his opinion of me and quite frankly it stung. Hearing someone you’ve known since you were a child - who you thought was your friend – describe you in that way really has an effect on you. It makes you wonder just what everyone else is thinking about you. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as self-conscious as I have in the last couple of hours and the doubt doesn’t seem to be decreasing any. I feel horrible.
“I never realised the time, sorry. Do you usually work this late?”
“Yup, nine to five everyday. Dolly Parton eat your heart out. Sometimes I’ll be late though, in which case I’ll phone and let y’ know. Billy’s usually home around seven, so if we get cookin’ now, we can have it ready for him comin’ home.” She sighs and places her hands on the worktop that sits in the middle of the kitchen.
“So, what would y’ like to eat Ms Eddleston? Hmm, anything y’ have in mind?” Her voice sounds groggy with exhaustion and her eyes seem to be battling to stay open, maybe I'll just go with something simple.
“How about some pasta and salad?” Relief washes over Trish as she smiles and claps. I guess she’s not a fan of coming home from work and going straight into the kitchen to cook without a minute to relax.
“Well then, I’ll get started.”
“Would you like any help?” She lets out a small laugh and this time it’s her own eyebrows that rise.
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Kiss the Rain
أدب المراهقينAdelina Rose Eddleston is a 15 year old girl who has just lost both her mother and father in a car crash which she survived. Having no adult living relatives in her hometown of Canada and being only 15 with one younger brother of 10 who also lived t...
