Invisible

Home sweet home

Once all the squabbling was over we walked over to the gelateria across the road, mum called the moving truck to drop by any time with all my stuff, I am officially moving out of my parents house to occupy my grandmas mansion (the one across the road from the gelateria) I smirked as I saw the envy written across my cousins face!

It wasn’t my fault that my grandma loved me more than anyone else, I was the one that did all the house chores when she was sick I was the one who spent my holidays with her and not at a luxurious hotel with a spa and top quality scenery in the tropics of California, although that would’ve been great!

Once I said my goodbyes to my family I ran across the road fumbling in my pockets for the key. I finally found my key in my backpack. I muttered my apologies to the large bulky men holding all my stuff such as my book shelves, my desk, my couch, my tv and so on while unlocking the doors. I Went and settled in the garden with a box of pizza and a can of Pepsi.

After an hour or so the air seemed to get colder but still I didn’t want to go in.

The stars started coming out but still I didn’t go in.

The wind got colder and it started raining, I had no choice but to go in. Inside it was warmer and felt like home even if it was lonely, “ you know what I need” I thought allowed this was a bad habit of mine that I got from my grandma, “ I need a room mate!”