Silent tears kept falling from my face on the ride back to the house. We decided to stay at mine, Michaels, and Charlie's house on account of that it was bigger, had more stuff to pack and was more central of the town. A horrible feeling settled in my stomach as we pulled up the driveway. We should be entering our own house with our parents, not strangers. We should be coming here to unpack, not pack. I reluctantly opened the side gate and walked around the back. Tears threatened to make an appearance as I approached the back door. I suddenly had a thought.

"I don't have a key" I said to the people who were accompanying us on the trip.

"What about the spare key?" said Michael.

"Mum and Dad put that inside" I said, remembering mum asking me to hang it on the key chain.

"Shit" I swore.

All three girls gasped.

"You said a naughty word" Jenn and Sam said at the same time.

"Sometimes you just have to" I muttered to myself, thankful that that was all I said.

"We're gonna have to break a window" I said.

"Do you have an alarm system?" one of the guys said.

"No. We were thinking of getting one when we came back. We'll have to break a window and get someone to come out" I said.

I picked up a decent size rock and was about to throw when someone shouted.

"Stop!" Michael screamed. But I already had momentum and let go of the rock. Unfortunately, I didn't have much momentum going so the rock landed on my foot.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Shit. Balls. Crap. Fu—" I suddenly remember who my company was. But I don't think they were worried about my choice of words. They were all laughing.

"Why the hell did you yell out stop?" I asked Michael.

"Because I want to throw the rock" he said.

"Are you kidding me? You made me drop a rock on my foot so you could break a window?" I asked credulously.

"Yeah" he said like he was answering yes to whether he wanted ice-cream or not.

I silently handed him the rock and he stepped back. He took a short run up and threw the rock. We were all hoping for that crashing sound but the rock connected with the window and bounced off.

"What happened?" asked one of the extras; whose name I recently learned was Jordan.

I started laughing. I don't know why I laughed, but in my state, it was hilarious. Everyone was staring at me like I was crazy. I finally managed to get my laughing under control with the odd giggle.

"I completely forgot. We had a break-in a couple of months ago so mum and dad but reinforced glass on all the windows. Basically nothing short of a bullet will crack the window." I started laughing again.

Michael groaned. A month after we got the windows, Michael was making his bed and fell back and hit his head on the window. He was knocked out cold. I suppose he was remembering that now.

"What are we going to do?" Michael said seriously.

"Well, head butting it isn't going to work!" I shrieked and collapsed into a laughing mess again.

I finally stopped laughing again and put my serious face on.

"Now that is going on Facebook" I said and cracked a smile.

"Okay, we get it. It was funny. What are we going to do about the window; you even said it yourself, nothing short of a bullet isn't going to crack the window"

"Wait, didn't mum say that there was only one way to crack the window?" I remembered.

"Yeah, she did. Something about a groove in the window"

"Yes. She told us that the green chisel and hammer in the shed was the only thing able to crack the window" I was getting excited.

"Where's the shed key?" Michael asked.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me!" I groaned.

"What?"

"It's in the bloody house!" I said.

"Are you serious?" Michael looked at me.

"Why don't you just smash the shed window" Jordan said.

"What?" I said.

"Is there a window on the shed that isn't reinforced glass?" he said.

"Okay, I feel like an idiot now." I said and picked up the rock.

"Wait, can I try it again?" Michael said.

"Fine" I handed over the rock and we made our way over to the shed window.

Michael took a second run up and successfully threw the rock through the window. Glass went everywhere inside the shed.

"Do you know where it is?" I asked.

"No. Do you?"

"I'm gonna have to go through the window. Can you guys help me?" I turned to face our extra help.

They smashed out the rest of the glass and pilled their hands together. I carefully placed my hands on the window sill and guided my body through the sill and landed on the floor. I looked around and felt tears well up at the sight of my family's life. I wondered how I was going to be when we entered the house and the funeral. I chastised myself for letting my emotions get the better of me; I had to be strong for the rest of my family.

"Can you see it?" Michael asked.

"I only just got in here. Give me a minute" I wondered over to my dad's tool bench.

I looked over the top and couldn't find anything except a few stray screwdrivers. I looked underneath the bench and couldn't see it. Suddenly, a green glint caught my eye. I immediately looked back, moved a few things out of the way and saw the hammer and chisel sitting together side by side.

"Found it!" I yelled. I grabbed them and passed them through to Michael. I looked around the shed for something that I could stand on to get out through the window. I quickly spotted an old chair and put it next to the window.

"I'm coming through now" I said to the others.

I carefully stood up on the chair, trying to balance my weight. I felt the chair give way but it was too late to get off. I was going down with it. I yelped out as I felt the broken plastic scrape up my leg. My feet hit the ground heavy. I felt my ankle give way as I crumpled to the floor.

"Shit!" I yelled.

"Rose? You okay?" Michael spoke.

"Do I sound okay? I've cut my leg and I think I've sprained my ankle. There's no way I'm gonna be able to get back out the window"

"What if we carry you out?" Jordan spoke.

"No. It would be too awkward. Just get into the house and get the shed key"

"I don't know how to break the window thought. Mum only told me about the one way"

Luckily I was off school sick when all the windows were replaced.

"There's a little groove in all the windows. You can only notice it if you're looking. It's shaped to the chisel. Put the chisel in and smash the hammer down. It should crack the window and make it soft enough for you to chuck a rock through" I explained.

'I hope Nadine doesn't hear about this'. Then it hit me. Nadine wasn't going to hear from me again. Maybe in a couple of years but for now, we had the time difference to work around and I wasn't going to be able to give her the name of the street and number I was staying at. After all, the only people who knew about CHERUB where its agents, teachers and prime minister. Not even the military or MI5 (I think MI5 is the English brand of secret service) knew about it

I heard a yell of surprise. Then a couple minutes later I heard a smash. I decided to test out my ankle. I dragged myself over to the bench. I gripped on to it tightly and stood up on one foot. I slowly placed my foot on the ground

"So far so good" I muttered to myself

Then the trouble began. I put a little bit of pressure on my ankle and pain took up my ankle as well as shooting up my leg.

"Ahh" I cried out.

I immediately took all pressure off my ankle. I was breathing through the pain when I heard the door slide open.

"Wow, you really don't look to hot" Michael grinned.

"Shut up. At least I didn't chuck I rock at near bullet proof glass" I shot back.

"All right, there's no need for that" he said as he walked over.

"Wait, where's the other? Aren't they carrying me out of here?" I asked nervously.

"Nope. I am." I laughed nervously; Michael wasn't the strongest person in the world.

"Michael, no offense, but you aren't that strong. You can't even lift the 20 kilo rice bags from the car to the house so how are you going to lift me, which I'm like 3 times as heavy to the house which is like the same distance. What are you going to do? Chop me into three?"

"No, I can lift the rice bags to the house. I just can't be bothered. Just relax" he said as he bent down

"No. Michael. Step away" I warned.

"Just leave it okay"

He picked me up like he was carrying an injured person; well I suppose he was.

"If you drop me, I am going to kill you" I said. Clutching on to his neck like there was no tomorrow.

The house seemed to get bigger and bigger. We were almost at the door when we stopped.

"Why are we stopping?" I said frantically.

"I'm getting kinda tired. I need to drop you" he said.

"Are you serious?" I said, starting to freak out

"No, I'm only kidding" he smiled and started walking again

"I'm just not even going to say anything" I said, trying to get my heart rate under control.

"You know you love me"

"Not at the moment"

We stepped into the house and everything came rushing back to me. The last time my family was all in the same place here was before we left for the airport. Michael must have felt me change.

"You okay?"

"Yeah" I answered quietly. "Just put me on the couch"

He carried me to the couch and set me down. I closed my eyes and tried to think of happier times when felt something cold on my ankle.

"What the hell?" I gasped.

"Relax. You need to reduce the swelling" Said Jordan.

"No. I need to go pack"

"We'll go pack" said Charlie.

"That's sweet, honey, but your version of packing is stuffing everything in the suitcase and handing it to me"

"I can go pack" Michael said

"How are you going to go pack? You won't even touch mine and mums underwear when you take the clothes off the line" I reasoned.

"Well I can start packing mine and all the stuff on the house. I can call the window repair guy and clean the house. There's heaps to do without packing clothes." He said.

"You? Clean the house? That'll be rich. Wait till I tell mum" everyone fell silent.

"I mean, sure, go ahead" I said quietly. "In the meanwhile, can someone get me a pair of damn crutches?" I asked.

"You need to rest the ankle" Jordan said.

"If you don't get me a pair of crutches, I will start walking on it. We wouldn't want that would we?" I said seriously.

"I know! There's some in mum and dad's closet. I'll go get them" Charlie raced off.

"I'm coming to" yelled Jenn and Sam.

I crossed my arms until they came back with Charlie holding one crutch and Jenn and Sam fighting over the other one. This was the only time that I was thankful that dad broke his ankle. With the help of Jordan I got up onto the crutches. Once I got my balance I tested them out.

"Guess I won't be running any time soon huh?" I joked.

"You won't be out of those crutches for at least a week" Jordan said seriously.

"What? A week as in seven days?" I said

"Yep. By the looks of it, that's a near brake. You're lucky not to have it broken. If anything, that might be a fracture"

A week without running was like a week of torture. I ran everywhere unless I was dragged onto a train or into a car. At least it wasn't a break I suppose.

"I need to go start packing" I said in a monotone voice.

I picked up one of the massive suitcases that we were provided with and 'walked' to my bedroom. I looked at everything with a sense of longing. I wished I was coming in here to unload a suitcase, not pack one. It also didn't help that I packed most of my winter clothes when we went to England. But all my other clothes had to be packed up so I started at my chest of drawers and pulled everything out from their and dumped it onto my bed. I folded them as small as I could. I made my way over to my cupboard and worked on that as well. I looked around. There were no more clothes I had. I thought I had more but I guess they were destroyed in the crash. Zara told us that we were getting a clothes allowance each when we got back. Also a certain amount of money to make up for the things that weren't able to make the flight over. I made my way over to my book case and looked at the massive amount of books that was stored in my case. There was no way all of that could fit into one suitcase.

"Jordan!" I shouted.

A minute later he popped his head into the doorframe.

"Yes?"

"How am I going to get all my books across? There's too many to take in one suitcase"

"We'll pack all the clothes first and then we'll see how much space we have left over" he nodded.

"Also; what are we going to do with our parent's clothes and the other stuff like beds and book cases?"

"Well you can put it to charity or sell them with the house. Your choice"

"You can do that? I guess we'll sell them with the house then. The beds and drawers I mean. The clothes we can give to a Good Sammy's I guess" I shrugged

I looked outside the window and noticed that it was still a little bit light. I wanted a break so I suggested that we all get an early dinner.

"What do you guys want?" I asked, holding the phone.

"Fish and Chips!"

"Red Rooster!"

"KFC!"

"McDonalds!"

"Woah, slow down" I said.

I turned to the other adults.

"What do you guys want?" I asked them.

"We don't care" Jordan shrugged.

"Well, since I'm holding the phone, I'll decide. We are having Domino's. Only because they deliver"

Zara also helpfully gave us money for food and take away. I decided to live it up in our last days here perhaps ever and order take away every night. It was also easier. While we were waiting for our pizzas, I decided to log onto Facebook. I had about 20 messages and about 50 notifications. Most of my messages and notifications were about whether or not I was okay. But one was from the weird guy at school who professed his 'undying love' for me and how he wishes that he told me before I had 'blown myself up in that awful plane crash'. I decided to leave that one for later. Suddenly I had everyone online chatting to me. Most of them were just 'hi' and 'hope you feel better' or 'good luck moving to England'. But Nadine seemed to come up out of nowhere.

(I have to do the … Says because I can't think of any other way to put a convo in)

Nadine Says: You haven't ditched me yet!

Rose Says: I'm only at my house. Once we pack everything up then we'll be going.

Nadine Says: You have to promise me that you won't ditch me like Kayla ditched us….

Kayla was a friend of ours who moved to Perth last year and never bothered to contact us again.

Rose Says: I would never do that!

Nadine Says: Good. I couldn't survive it if you never talked to me again.

Rose Says: It's going to be really hard to talk to you because of the time difference anyways

Nadine Says: This is why Facebook was invented! And I'll also get up early on Sundays to talk to you. Because that's how much I love you

Nadine always loved sleeping in on Sunday morning.

Rose Says: Haha. Can I ask you a favour?

Nadine Says: Absolutely. What do you need?

Rose Says: I want you to come to the funeral tomorrow. You're the only friend I really want there tomorrow

Nadine Says: Honey you couldn't stop me from coming to the funeral

Rose Says: Thanks. You also have to promise not to laugh

Nadine Says: Why on earth would I laugh?

Rose Says: I'm on crutches because I nearly broke my ankle

Nadine Says: Hahahaha! How did you do that?

Rose Says: We didn't have a spare key so I got into the shed to get something and when I was getting back out through the window the chair broke and I landed on my ankle

Nadine Says: Haha. Sounds like you need a diet.

Rose Says: Whatever. I gotta go, dinner's here. TTYL!

While we ate our pizzas in silence, I went over a few things in my head. Just the simple stuff; stuff that didn't really matter anymore. After we finished all the slices, I decided that it was time to sleep. It was only 7.30 but the everything was weighing down on me and I wanted to get away from everyone. I had a quick shower and collapsed onto my bed. I decided that Michael would take the initiative and get all the sleeping arrangements done. I mentally prepared myself for what was to come tomorrow.

Phew that was a long chapter. I just kept writing and writing. I could have kept writing but I decided to cut it short because you all probably have better things to do and four and a half pages is just a tad bit too long for a chapter.