Chapter FourA Chapter by Harriet Stylesno descriptionDad didn’t say a word as he pulled out of the driveway of our house for the last time. “Are you going to miss it-the house I
mean?” I asked him. He looked at me and then back at the
road. I noticed he was concentrating awfully hard. “Uh no, just a house after all,” he
finally answered. I could tell he didn’t mean it. He
had bought that house for Mum as a present before I was born. Moving was
probably one of the hardest things he had ever done.
I glanced at the clock on the
dashboard. We hadn’t been in the car for more than ten minutes and I was
already bored. “Dad,” I said slowly, “where exactly
did you go last night?” “What?” He seemed disorientated all of a
sudden. It was as if he was hiding something. “I saw a white van pull into our
driveway and-” I continued.
His knuckles turned white as he
tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “What were you doing up that late?” “I asked you a question first.” “Why won’t you answer my question?” “Well you never answer any of mine.”
Then, there was a long silence. I
wondered how I would cope with being in the car with him for two more hours. “I’m getting a snack,” he muttered. I pretended not to hear him as he
parked the car next to a familiar white van. “Back soon,” He slammed the door. I undid my seatbelt and peered out the window at the mysterious white van. Unfortunately, I couldn't see through it's tinted windows. I slumped in my seat. What could Dad be hiding, I wondered. Suddenly, the doors flung open. My eyes widened as an old couple got out of the car. The door to the driver's seat opened and Dad sat down with a sigh. “You do know there is more than one white van in the world Ally,” Dad frowned. “Whatever. Why won’t you tell me what's going on Dad?” I demanded, folding my arms across my chest and pouting. “Will you just drop it!” He yelled as
he handed me a chocolate thick shake and put his coffee in the drink holder
next to him. I slumped further in my seat. There
was no way I was letting this go. I noticed that the more I talked about it,
the more uptight he got which only made me more curious. © 2013 Harriet StylesAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on March 13, 2013 Last Updated on March 14, 2013 Previous Versions AuthorHarriet StylesBrisbane, Queensland, AustraliaAboutMy name is Harriet and I am 14 years old (15 in July). I know I am young but I love writing and apparently I am very good for my age (or so I have been told). When I grow up I want to become an author.. more..Writing
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