“But mum! I-”

“No! Don’t say a word Eric, it’s gonna happen!”

A teenage boy sighed. Eric, his sister and mother were sitting in a browed truck, hauling belongings and funature. With only one working parent after his father had died they had soon run out of money and needed to move to a cheeper house. The only one avaible: a small farm house in the middle of nowhere.

From now on He and his sister had to be home schooled, no school was close enough. As the truck pulled into a long gravel drive-way his five-year-old sister started screeming. He kept nudging her asking what was wrong but she kept screeming about a lighting storm.

She was terrifyed of storms but why she was screeming about onje now on a perfectly clear day was beyond him and his mother. Eric sighed and carried her out when they had stoped.