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[SIZE=21pt]Holiday House the I[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14pt]Summer Holiday in the Holiday House[/SIZE] (This happened just after new years, this year)
We pulled up into the familar driveway of 22 Fortnam Street. Same as always, every holidays. Except there was something different, something weird about this time. Was it that I had stayed with Granny & Poppa at Troy and Anne's, was it that it was Rachell was driving me and Granny or was it that Granny and Kendall had fallen out big time? I was confused. Let me explain.
Every single holidays I come here, always going to Kelsey's house, my Dad taking me at the start of the hols. It was in the middle of the holidays and Rachell was taking us. I very rarely ever see Rachell but that was cos' Granny and her had fallen out also. It is very strange. Kendall used to come over every day with Kelsey, Mitchell, Jordan and Kirralie. It was like a TV American hang-out, how everyday someone comes over and does stuff. But that was cos' Granny's house is smack-bang in the middle of the street and everyone knows her. (She's been living there for ages)
Plus, the kids come because of me, or they come with their parents. I'm the oldest, no matter who comes over, everyone is younger than me. We had come home to thisd house, because Granny was house-sitting for Troy and Anne. They were coming home because of the terrential rain up north on Fraser Island.
As always, I lugged my stuff up to the double-bedroom. As always, I "funknify" the room because it looks as if it has been just delivered from the 80's. As always, I hear the familar creaks of the house, knowing this place has tons of memories. It's like the creaks is actually the house sighing remembering everything, happily. Everyone who comes treats it as a holiday because its just like a hotel. Internet. A pool. A big backyard. Freedom to do whatever you want. As I made my way down the small hallway, from the room, I listened for the delicate pitter-patter on the old tin roof from the rain. When I got to the end, I paused for a second, thinking whether to do a umteenth mini-tour of upstairs. I looked to my left, seeing the familiar unused kitchen and to my front was the unused lounge room with all the "antiques" in it. I sighed, I dont know why. Maybe because I was wondering how was these holidays gonna work, since Kendall had (supposedly) lied to Granny. I thought that it'd be best to check with her daughter herself, Kelsey, whenever she got back from (supposedly the "Best") Simone's. I hate her. Such a snob, that she made her kids snobs, too. "CRYSTAL!" Granny called, making me lose my train-of-thought. "Coming!" I yelled, thumping down the stairs.
Thats my first chapter. Yes, short, but is it good?? Its only a intro. xx Chrissy
[SIZE=14pt]Summer Holiday in the Holiday House[/SIZE] (This happened just after new years, this year)
We pulled up into the familar driveway of 22 Fortnam Street. Same as always, every holidays. Except there was something different, something weird about this time. Was it that I had stayed with Granny & Poppa at Troy and Anne's, was it that it was Rachell was driving me and Granny or was it that Granny and Kendall had fallen out big time? I was confused. Let me explain.
Every single holidays I come here, always going to Kelsey's house, my Dad taking me at the start of the hols. It was in the middle of the holidays and Rachell was taking us. I very rarely ever see Rachell but that was cos' Granny and her had fallen out also. It is very strange. Kendall used to come over every day with Kelsey, Mitchell, Jordan and Kirralie. It was like a TV American hang-out, how everyday someone comes over and does stuff. But that was cos' Granny's house is smack-bang in the middle of the street and everyone knows her. (She's been living there for ages)
Plus, the kids come because of me, or they come with their parents. I'm the oldest, no matter who comes over, everyone is younger than me. We had come home to thisd house, because Granny was house-sitting for Troy and Anne. They were coming home because of the terrential rain up north on Fraser Island.
As always, I lugged my stuff up to the double-bedroom. As always, I "funknify" the room because it looks as if it has been just delivered from the 80's. As always, I hear the familar creaks of the house, knowing this place has tons of memories. It's like the creaks is actually the house sighing remembering everything, happily. Everyone who comes treats it as a holiday because its just like a hotel. Internet. A pool. A big backyard. Freedom to do whatever you want. As I made my way down the small hallway, from the room, I listened for the delicate pitter-patter on the old tin roof from the rain. When I got to the end, I paused for a second, thinking whether to do a umteenth mini-tour of upstairs. I looked to my left, seeing the familiar unused kitchen and to my front was the unused lounge room with all the "antiques" in it. I sighed, I dont know why. Maybe because I was wondering how was these holidays gonna work, since Kendall had (supposedly) lied to Granny. I thought that it'd be best to check with her daughter herself, Kelsey, whenever she got back from (supposedly the "Best") Simone's. I hate her. Such a snob, that she made her kids snobs, too. "CRYSTAL!" Granny called, making me lose my train-of-thought. "Coming!" I yelled, thumping down the stairs.
Thats my first chapter. Yes, short, but is it good?? Its only a intro. xx Chrissy
