That Twelve Year Old

That Twelve Year Old - Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE. STRATFORD 28TH AUGUST 2009. 11:48PM.

I walked into the cab. My bag in one hand, scraping the floor as I walked. Aunt wasn’t here.

What? Thought you were going to get a goodbye? Suck it up, you’re better than that.

I sighed inwardly, and sat into the backseat of the Taxi. Aunt already paid the guy.

At least she had done something.

My body was limp as I lay slouched in my seat. I thought about school. Sure, it was awful and I didn’t learn anything there, but I had friends. Friends who didn’t look at me with disgust and made my life worth living for. Rain started to pour, causing a light drizzle.

Rain in August? Eesh. 

As the car drove, I looked around Stratford. I was going to miss this place. There was the long brown hall which smelt like cat piss,  next to the shut downed night club. There was the twisted clock and railway statue. I was going to miss waking up, and hearing the builders drilling at eight in the morning. I was going to miss Jamie and Fzai. But I wasn’t going to miss Aunt. The thought made me smile. A true genuine smile that made my eyes glistens. I don’t think Aunt ever made me smile. I was going to have to thank her for this.

I chuckled aloud.

     After a while, the car stopped to a halt, and I noticed we were in traffic.

“Hey sir?” I asked aloud to the taxi driver.

“Yes?” His voice sounded old and deep. That only made me smile more as I remembered when Jamie’s voice turned low and Fzai teased him about it today, copying everything he said in a low tone.

“Thanks for the drive” I said. He just chuckled and said it was his job, which I only shrugged at. So what? He must have had a family or a wife he would rather spend time with, than me.

Three hours later, the car stopped.

“We’re here poppet” The driver said. But I ignored him. My eyes were stuck onto the train station.

This is it.

 

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THE FEDOR’S ESTATE, OXFORD. 28TH AUGUST 2009. 6:07PM

The train journey was horrible. The toilets had that annoying vacuum and contained no tissue. My seats where in the middle of two families. One of which had two toddlers who constantly threw food at me when I tried to sleep and the other was a couple who had a make out session every ten seconds. The seats were small and uncomfortable and I didn't have any food. I got hungry. A lot. I couldn’t stand up to move my legs as there was no way I could’ve exited my seat; causing pins and needles stabbing through my veins. And I didn’t sleep during the whole 14 hour flight. Then again, I didn’t expect a first class flight. This is Aunt, we’re talking about.  But I still was going to thank her. And to think about it, I had worse and others did too. So who was I to complain?

     Now, here I am. In Fedor’s Estate, right in front of my new home.

Well, mansion. It was bloody massive!

I have to thank Aunt about that too.

      After a good three minutes of staring, I slowly walked up to the door. Knocked. And then waited.

And as I waited, the door opened. And there stood a man. He was tall, clean and had thick brown hair and slight stubble. He looked like he was in his thirties and he had shocking blue eyes.