Alex ran most of the way home, gasping for air, he managed to get home before him mother did, "Oh dear, Oh dear, Oh dear, If Mum see's this she's gunna kill me" was all he could think, he fumbled with his house keys as he twisted the key and pushed the door open, he slung his bag at the foot of the stairs and run up and franticly turned on the taps in the bathroom and began to wash his hands, hoping that it would come off, it didn't, so he tried a new tactic, he used hot water and soap this time, since normal water wasn't working, it failed to even smudge it, "Oh damn, damn, damn, what do I do?" he almost screamed at his reflection, he jumped suddenly as his phone rang in his pocket, sweating profusely, he pulled it out at glanced at the screen, Mum it read, he answered it, willing his voice to be calm,
"Hi, Mum"
"Hello Alex? Is that you?"
"Yes"
"Oh good, where are you?"
"Me?, oh I'm at home, I managed to get an early train home from school"
"Oh that's good, there some money on the table in the kitchen, could you get yourself something to eat, I took an extra shift at the shop, so I'll be home late."
Alex half sighed, half joy-jumped, Mum would not be home until late that meant he still had time to get rid of this wretched mark on his hand.
"Ok Mum, I will I love you Bye."
"Bye Alex. Click …."
Alex exhaled, now he at least had a breather until he mum came home, so he went back upstairs and opened the curtains in his bedroom, he hadn't had time to open them this morning, and light flowed through them, temporarily blinding him, as his eye's adjusted he noticed the state of his room, "I'd better get this cleared up then" he said allowed, and to no one in particular, as he started, he put all of his washing in the washing bin, pushed everything under his bed and looked around, his mum didn't like it when he cut corners like that, but then again, what she didn't know, couldn't hurt her, hopefully.
He went back downstairs and looked around and sighed, ever since his Dad had took off, he had been the one doing most of the housework, not that he didn't mind, but he did it mainly out of necessity more than out of fun, he looked at the clock, "Half past 4, good, now if I get the housework done by half 5ish, then I can have dinner and then get my homework done and relax" he said to himself, then he went over to the wall cupboard and opened the door, he pulled out a pen and crossed off another day on the calendar, then pulled out the vacuum and started vacuuming, he did the hall, the lounge, the stairs and the bedrooms, before finally putting it away, then he rolled up his sleeves and moved on into the kitchen, he washed up the breakfast dishes, dried them, put them way, before wiping the surfaces and sweeping the floor. Then with a quick glance at the time, he emptied the bins and took the rubbish out side and dumped it in the "Dumpy" Bin that was outside.
((Just in-case anyone didn't know, there is a bin company called Dumpy Bins?, it must have been bullied whilst it was a waste-paper basket))
Then he went back inside and collapsed onto the sofa, billowing up a small cloud of dust as he did so, he was bushed and he looked at the clock, "aww man, twenty past 6, than means I missed my show, damn!, oh well, I'm hungry" he got back up the sofa and walked over to the fridge, pulled out some cheese, and butter, then he went over to the other side of the kitchen and got out the chopping board, a sharp knife and the portable grill, then he cut the cheese and bread, made a sandwich, spread a light layer of butter on-top and stuck it in the grill, then he sat back to wait.
((The perfect recipe for a Cheese Toastie, I learnt that surviving at boarding school in the winter))
Soon the smell of bubbling cheese filled the room, and, judging by the noise it was ready, so he fished a place out of one of the cupboards and gingerly pulled it off the grill, the butter had turned the bread a nice golden colour, so he sliced it in half and sat down to eat, he had the toastie half-way to his mouth when the door-bell rang, he sighed, "sooo, close, why is it I can never sit down and have a nice meal, someone always interrupts" the bell rang again.
He opened the door, on the doorstep was a ginger-haired girl, about a half-a-head smaller than he was, she was dressed in blue-denim jeans and had a purple top with "Kirby for President" written on it in crazy writing, he recognised her almost immediately, "Oh, hi Courtnie, what brings you here?", Courtnie was his neighbour, she had moved in about 2 months ago from Ohio, and they got on rather well, and so did their mums, "Hello Alex, my mum would like to know if you have any sugar?", she asked sweetly, she knew that whenever she spoke like that, he couldn't help but do whatever she said, he sighed "Okay,you can have some sugar, come in if you want" he offered.
He turned and walked over to the cupboards and began rummaging, she followed him and watched him intently, he shuffled nervously as he found the sugar, and handed it to her, "Bbring it back when your finished please" he asked, as she reached for it drew his hand back quickly "But as long as I get some of those nice biscuits your mum's making" he said, grinning from ear to ear, the surprised look on her face gave it away, "How did you know she was making biscuits, nosey" she said, making few grabs for the sugar, before lunging quickly an tearing it out of his hand, and ran quickly out of the door before he could try anything else saying and a faint "I'll ask her" echoed as the door slammed behind her, Alex sighed as he sat back down, "that's my excersise for the day then" he joked to himself as he turned to finish his dinner, and then he realised why she had left in such a hurry, she had just pinched half of his Cheese Toastie. Damn!