The girl next house

Eight

When my mum saw them, she looked calm. She offered them to sit and even offered food. Her mum said thanks and said she came to greet us..

"Sorry we came late. House was boring and I needed to talk" she added. My mum smiled and I packed the food to the kitchen. I stayed in the kitchen and ate. I heard them talking and all. Part of the reason I didn't wanna stay in the sitting room was because of Caroline. I was angry with her and seeing her in my sitting room brought back memories I didn't want. Even in the dark, she is still beautiful. I waved that away and stayed in the kitchen or so I thought when my sister came in and said she wants to sleep. I laughed, hugged her and took her to her room. When I was coming back, mom called me and asked me to sleep early too because of the journey tomorrow. I had no choice but to go to sleep. While going to the room, I overheard her mum asking my mum when I am resuming. My mum said tomorrow and the look on Caroline's face shocked me.

She looked surprised or was it a smile I saw. I didn't wait to confirm. I went in and after a few minutes heard them greet my mum bye and was going back to their house. They made no noise as they closed the gate. 

I closed my eyes knowing after a while when I am in school, I will meet someone new and forget Caroline. UI, Here I come.

     The next day was all about checking stuffs that I packed ( from foodstuffs to even comb ). I had mixed feelings- I wanted to leave home but leaving my mom and sister was hard. For a while, I was gentle. I was looking at them trying to absorb their images. I noticed my mum was too. She was missing me already. When it was around ten o'clock, we left for the carpark. On getting there, she booked almost half of the bus for me because of my luggage and stuffs. I was really leaving town. She stayed with me until the bus left.

     When the journey started, I looked back trying to get one last look at the city. I turned back my head and plugged my earpiece. Music all the way!!! Travelling in a commercial bus has its problems. The people inside looked like they were in a cage. The woman sitting beside me had a baby who was crying. The sound of the baby was enough to discourage me. The man at the front was dozing off already. It was terrible. I have travelled before - in fact a lot but they were all in a private car.