I'm Home [Dylan]
Jun 8, 2014 11:30:19 GMT
Post by Freya Tyler on Jun 8, 2014 11:30:19 GMT
She had finally made it back to England. It smelled different than she remembered. It was cold and grey, nothing like the bright sunny beaches she had been flitting from for the last two years. She didn’t know why she had decided now was the time to come home. It wasn’t as though it was because the money had run out. If she had come home when the money ran out then she would barely have been away six months. No she had worked various different jobs where she travelled, worked in bars, did some waitresses. Picked oranges in Spain and grapes in the vineyards of the south of France. She did tours in Japan and worked in beach hut bars on many different islands- some of which she no longer remembered the name of.
She just lived. Lived and saw things, met people, went places. It had been amazing. She wasn’t the girl who left London. She had grown as a person. She had seen more, done more, she was more cultured. She could speak fluent French and Spanish as well as being able to get by with her Japanese. She just immersed herself in the world and taken everything she could from it. But now it was time to go home. And home was a very different place than she remembered it. Walking along the dark streets she still had her rucksack of belongings on her back. It was late, nearing midnight, but she had been travelling so long and she was sure that her brother wouldn’t mind her showing up at this hour. Not when it had been so long since he had last seen her. She walked the empty streets until she stood outside the block that was reminiscent of being sixteen and sneaking out to pubs. Dylan had always covered for her. She rang the buzzer and waiting for a reply. When she heard nothing she sat down on the stoop of the shop that was below Dylan’s flat. A book shop- ironic given the big lug had barely read a book in his life. She waited for him to come home, hoping that he hadn’t moved so she wouldn’t have to go see her parents.
She just lived. Lived and saw things, met people, went places. It had been amazing. She wasn’t the girl who left London. She had grown as a person. She had seen more, done more, she was more cultured. She could speak fluent French and Spanish as well as being able to get by with her Japanese. She just immersed herself in the world and taken everything she could from it. But now it was time to go home. And home was a very different place than she remembered it. Walking along the dark streets she still had her rucksack of belongings on her back. It was late, nearing midnight, but she had been travelling so long and she was sure that her brother wouldn’t mind her showing up at this hour. Not when it had been so long since he had last seen her. She walked the empty streets until she stood outside the block that was reminiscent of being sixteen and sneaking out to pubs. Dylan had always covered for her. She rang the buzzer and waiting for a reply. When she heard nothing she sat down on the stoop of the shop that was below Dylan’s flat. A book shop- ironic given the big lug had barely read a book in his life. She waited for him to come home, hoping that he hadn’t moved so she wouldn’t have to go see her parents.
well her and Aud can be besties what is she like