I drove fast to the meadow. I had to get out of the town. It was so crowded. It felt hard to breathe. I needed some peace and quiet to think and to figure out why I was feeling different. The meadow was the perfect place for me to go. I am 18 years old and felling different wasn’t always normal for me.
The car jerked as I pushed down hard on to break. I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I was so happy to be at my little piece of heaven I didn’t notice the door slamming shut. I focused on all the beautiful pink and white flowers in front of me. I sat down by a tree and got out my sketch pad. I loved to sketch but the only sketches in my book were of the meadow. I never framed any of my sketches because they were never perfect. Once my sketches seemed finished I found that they were missing something. So when I stopped to look at my watch. I jumped up. Look at the time. I thought to myself. It was five o’clock, I’d been there for three hours. Dad must be worried. I thought. I ran to the car and jumped in. The engine roared to life, and I sped off out of the meadow. I got out of the car and ran to the front door. And my tummy rumbled. I was hungry. Maybe that’s why I was feeling strange. But when I went to reach the door handle, the handle moved. I jumped back startled. Staring at my hand, I froze. What just happened? I thought to myself.
I went to reach for it again and I went down again but this time I was greeted by a tall dark haired man. This man was my dad. He was back from work he had been to Scotland for a week.
“hey dad” I said awkwardly
“Jennifer where have you been” he said in a stern way
“ in town” I would never tell him where I had really been. It was my special place. Somewhere I only knew about. Some place I could call my own.
When I walked in through the door and started to make my exit out of the room but he called me back. “Jennifer is everything alright”.
“dad everything’s great. I’ll start dinner in a minute. I’m just going to get changed”.
And then I made my quick getaway.
When I ran upstairs I through my backpack on the floor. It made a loud thud.
“sorry dad” I shout downstairs.
I pick out a T-shirt and joggers and skip downstairs.
I get out three steaks and start peeling some potatoes. I hear the door slam .Tyler’s home. I thought to myself. He pooped his head around the door and said
“What’s for tea?”
“Steak and chips” I said.
“do you need any help?”
Help would be nice. But I knew he was only trying to be nice. He wouldn’t really want to help me.
“um. No thanks I’ll be fine. I’ll call you if I need any help.”
I made a huff when I heard him thud up the stairs.
“What you watching dad?”
“A documentary about evolution.” Was his reply.
“I didn’t think you liked science?”
I heard the T.V. go off and he got off the sofa. When he entered the kitchen he said “I didn’t say I didn’t like science. I said I wasn’t very good at it. God you kids never listen to me.”
When I served the dinner heard dad shout something to Tyler and then came the thuds back down the stairs. We sat at the table in silence. Until finally dad said
“so did you do another sketch today?”
“Yeah but it’s not perfect” I said.
Then Tyler made a little huff that only I could hear.
“What about your day Tyler?”
“Fine” this sought of thing is all you get from Tyler. One word answers. He’s sixteen years old and still acts like a child.
I move on to dad and ask him how his trip was. He tells me it was a good trip but he wasn’t happy that he didn’t get to see much of Scotland. We don’t mind being alone when dad goes Tyler and I are used to it.
When we all finish dinner Tyler helps me wash up and then we go upstairs to our rooms. When I get into my room I get my bag ready for school tomorrow. I get in the shower and wash my hair. When I’m finished I get a warm towel from the cupboard and go to my room. My room is freezing as I’ve had my window open all day. I quickly shut it and get my pyjamas. And jump into bed.