It was a normal Monday morning; well as normal as it could get really.

I'd woken up surprisingly early, but that still couldn't tone down the anger I felt towards the radio blaring out of my phone, meant to wake me up.

I pressed the button to turn it off, and spent some time fumbling around for my ipod.

Turning it on, and popping the headphones in, I got out of bed, making my way towards the bathroom.

30 minutes later and I was done.

I usually packed my bag the night before to save me time in the mornings, so the extra time today was rewarded by eating breakfast.

Something I was always to be busy for.

I hear my mum come down the stairs and stop at the bottom step to put her shoes on, 'any chance you can help me find my hat?' she asked.

I sighed and drank the last of my milk, 'where'd you last see it?' I said, getting up.

'Upstairs, maybe? Not to sure, just look around my room' she replied, pulling on her gloves.

I sighed again, and made my way up the stairs.

It didn't matter that we were now entering Spring, she felt safe wearing all her winter gear until she knew for definite that the temperature outside was going to be in the teens.

And even then, anything below 15 degrees Celsius, and she still wore her thermals.

But then again, in Britain who could blame her?

I stepped into my mum's room and did a quick scan.

I spotted the black and white hat across the room on a chair and made my way around the furniture to pick it up,

'Found it!' I yelled.

One thing I couldn't resist to do was to look out her window.

The view from my room was just mainly gardens, train tracks and a few factories.

Although, occasionally the sky would turn to a gorgeous pink-orange colour that was picture perfect, but my mums was quite the opposite.

She had our driveway (which our neighbour mainly used), our road and the back of peoples house's that lived on the road before ours.

I noticed the sun peeking out from behind the clouds, and knew it was going to be cold.

One thing my mum taught me was if the suns out on a winter's day, it'd be colder then if it died.

She tended to be right about these things.

I was about to head downstairs when something caught my eye.

A black car, parked on the curb opposite my house.

Tinted windows, metallic black and oh so James Bond, I frowned and wondered what it was doing there.

I didn't remember seeing it there before, or last night.

Hopefully it'd be gone by the time I got back from school -with my house still intact (I got paranoid about lurking cars or people).

With a shrug, I turned and made my way downstairs.

I left 15 minutes after my mum.

Taking the train had its advantages; the free newspaper and extra time was the main.

As I left the house, I turned to lock the door and felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise, almost as if someone was watching me.

Spinning round, my eyes instinctively went towards the black car.

I stood there for a while; just staring through the windows, weather anyone was in there staring back or not, I couldn't get rid of the paranoia swirling round my brain.

A train overhead broke my concentration as I realized I have to get to school.

Shaking my head and telling myself I was paranoid, I set off down the street with my headphones once again in, and my ipod playing.