It took about 2 weeks before I decided to venture outside. Never really been the outdoorsy kind of person but, I must admit, Royston Vasey does have some magnificent views. Everywhere you look there are some huge hills or long, green fields. I forgot to mention, as me and my Dad drove into Vasey (oh look at me calling it Vasey, it's like I've gone local), we passed a badly burnt out looking building. It was odd because it was quite far out from the actual village of Vasey but it had a sign on it saying "Local Shop". My Dad was telling me that it got burnt down, killing the owners and their son in the process. Apparently the owners were some sort of psycho killers or something and people say they were the start of an epidemic of nosebleeds. Yeah, Dad, this place sounds brilliant. Oh look, I got side tracked again, seriously got to stop doing that. Anyway, so, I was walking around Vasey, exploring, getting to know my surroundings. The first thing that struck me was the War memorial, I don't know, it was just, intriguing, in a strange way. I've seen a few War memorials in my life, but this one just seemed so different to all the others I had seen. Second thing that struck me was the Butcher's shop. It was all boarded up and covered with spray paint messages saying, "Murderer". Again, Dad, truly wonderful place to choose. All that was missing was the Barbers shop and it would have been like something out of Sweeney Todd.
In fact, walking around Vasey reminded me of things me and my Mum used to do when I was younger. Almost every school half term I got, my Mum and I would go to Devon or Wales on 'hiking trips'. They weren't really hiking trips; they were more, exploration trips. We'd pretend we were in Middle Earth being cool Hobbits and traversing over huge hills and through caves, investigating "Ye Olde England" style villages. It was brilliant, a part of me wishes she was here in Vasey, so we could be Hobbits again, but, then I remember what she did to Dad, and, well, I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive her for that. She really broke him into pieces.
Another thing in Vasey that reminded me of my Mum, was this little cafe. It was opposite a Charity shop that had this really weird old woman in and some guy that, well, he was really creepy looking. Drawn on eyebrows and excessive make-up, he didn't look like the type of person that would live in Royston Vasey. Actually no, you know what, he looked like the perfect person to live in Vasey, this place seems to be full of 'Creepy'. I try not to be the judging type. Anyway, that cafe, it reminded me of my Mum because we used to meet up at lunch times when I was at College in little cafes like this one, just to talk and have a laugh. I'd buy her a muffin and a Coffee and she'd buy me a coffee and a new book, I'd sit and read it in the cafe after she'd leave for work, then continue to read it in lessons at College instead of doing work. This time though, I had to bring my own book and buy my own coffee. I rang my Dad just to see if he wanted to meet up for lunch in this cafe but he was too busy working at the Plastics Factory. So I decided to just sit alone, reading my book and drinking my coffee, watch people as they came in and out of the shop. I'm weird like that. An hour past before the person behind the counter began to look at me weirdly, as if they've never seen anyone read for an hour before. I thought I had best buy another coffee, just so I could continue to sit there and read, so, I did.
Just as I was going back to my seat, some noisy 'chavy' people came into the cafe. I decided to move towards the back of the shop so that I wouldn't get noticed by them. They didn't look like the type of people who would think kindly of people who read. When I sat down at a new table, that was when HE walked in.