Finding Harry

13. Finding History

Walking back to the bedroom I can't help but wonder where my grandparents are, I'm guessing that it's around noon now and I can't imagine where they could be, Not that I really care. I'm just curious.

I brush it off as walk through the door, my hair dripping onto the floor and then onto the bed as I sit down on it. I roll my neck side to side and sigh. what to do, what to do.

If I had known that my grandparents weren't gonna be back by the time I got out the shower I wouldn't of bothered with it, I would've just buried myself under the covers and let myself sleep for as long as humanly possible. With another sigh I unwrap the towel from around my now dry body and wrap my dreads up in it.

As I lean down to pick up my duffle bag I hear a car pull up outside, I bring my bag up onto the bed and take out a fresh set of clothes keeping my ears alert as I do. Quickly I slip into some underwear, my black and white plaid mini skirt and white cropped t-shirt, I walk over to the mirror that stands in-between the desk and the bay window and am about to smooth down my skirt when I spot movement in the corner of my eye.

My lips form a small smile when I see Suzy-May waving at me from the backyard like a lunatic in the same outfit she was wearing last night, the car must of been her. 

"Hey" I say down to her after opening the bay window and she stops jumping around with a grin on her face.

"You okay? Why'd you disappear earlier?" She calls up to me.

My smile falters slightly but I put it back on quickly enough, "I'm good just wanted to try and be back before my grandparents woke up" She nods in understanding at my response and I sit down on the cushion seat of the bay window, leaning half out of the open part.

"Okay cool just checking in, I'm gonna go sleep till everything stops spinning now" She waves and skips over to the white fence dividing my grandparents backyard from hers, I raise my eyebrows in surprise when she pushes a section of the fence up and slips underneath it and runs out of my view. 

I laugh slightly and stand back up turning to my reflection in the oval standing mirror, The bruises on my neck have turned purple and are a heck of a lot more prominent than they were yesterday, I roll my eyes in response before something behind me catches my eye.

The end of a brown wooden box sticks out from underneath the bed, Spinning round I go over and kneel down to pull it out. Carved into the top is a dozen roses surrounding two letters. D.C. Diane Chester. My Mom's old initials before she married my Dad.

Tracing my finger between the grooves of the intricately created roses a smile appears on my face, this was hers before she turned into an emotionless work-obsessed drone.

I flip open the gold clasp and lift the lid of the box. My mouth opens slightly in shock to what I see inside. First I take out a light blue old polaroid camera, setting it down on top of the bed before going straight to the stack of photos that were placed next to the camera inside the box.

Scoffing as I look through the pictures I can't believe my eyes, In contrary to the many photos my Mom has stuck up on her wall surrounding the window. Which mainly consist of her and her friends, at school, at the beach and in this room doing, for the most part bland things. The polaroids I'm flipping through now, show the same friends  but in crazy situations. Partying at a dock, drinking unknown substances kept in glass bottles wrapped in brown paper bags, I gasp when a see a picture of my Mom when she was younger a joint in-between her lips as she sits on a rock.

That rock, I recognise that rock, My thumb taps against the polaroid in my hand as I think to why I could possibly recognise somewhere my mom hand been. Then it hits me, it's the cove, My cove.