After what seemed like the longest car journey of my, we finally arrived at our new home. It was a detached house, huge compared to our old place. 'A new start' Dad had said trying to convince us, but we knew he was trying to convince himself as well. None of us had wanted to move, but we had to, for our own safety. Dad had tried his hardest to put up a strong front for me and my brother but we could both see through it, he was just as scared as us.
We were all sat in the roomy car outside our new house, none of us speaking or making any effort to get out the car, but all looking in amazement at how big this house was. After a few minutes Dad finally opened his car door and stepped out onto the freshly cut grass that lined either side of the driveway where our car sat. Muttering something along the lines of 'come on kids' he promptly shut his door and proceeded to walk up the entrance of the property. Me and Tom followed suit and left the car to enter the house. It was a sunny day and we all had shorts and t-shirts on to avoid overheating. I pulled the earphones out as I walked up the gravel path. Tom had decided to pull his suitcase out the car whereas Dad and I left ours to collect later.
The outside of the property seemed intimidating as I got closer, making me feel smaller and smaller the closer I got. I made little effort to walk up the few steps in front of the door. Tom was walking behind me, dragging his feet and suitcase. His eyes were fixed on his feet seeming withdrawn. I slowed down as he caught up with me. "Are you okay?" I questioned. He made no effort to respond and kept the same pace walking into the large hallway welcoming us into the house. Straight ahead there was a staircase which, reaching a large window, split to the left and right. Dad was stood in the hall talking to someone dressed in a white suit with an even whiter apron covering it. He was tall with black hair that was greying at the sides. He looked about 40 years old.
The entrance had a marble floor which was designed into black and white squares. As you looked left there seemed to be a living room covered with a red luscious carpet and thick red heavy curtains. The furnishings were maroon with gold looking features. To the right seemed to be a dining room which had wooden features running throughout. There was a large oak looking table in the centre of the room and large backed wooden chairs sat round it.
I had been too busy to notice the army of house workers fetching our belongings from the car. Tom had insisted that none of them touch his things and had been back and fro collecting them. Dad was waving his hand in front of my face. "Amy!" he shouted.
"Sorry Dad. What was it you were after?" I managed after pulling myself back to reality. Dad looked tired, and not just as if he had missed a few nights sleep, but exhausted. His eyes were pale blue whereas they always used to be so bright, his hair had started to grey, and his face looked as though it were drooping. His smile had even lost its light when he was talking to me.
Please R+R xxx