I'm Sarah, an overly bright eighteen year old girl. I'm super fit and super active but I also have the brains as well as the brawn. I live with my mother Victoria and my father John or Johnny as he prefers to be called. My mum is just a housewife, she too is overly bright but is perfectly happy to stay at home and occasionally do a little volunteering work around our village. My father is super brainy and super brave; he was a doctor, in general practice but also a member of the Territorial Army.
For most of my life my dad being a toy soldier didn't make much difference, he went to parade once a fortnight on a Thursday evening and once a year he went away to play soldier in the fields and moorland of Derbyshire for a fortnight. Actually that was when my mother started sending me off to my gran's house for the day when she was busy and my father was away on camp. I could understand going to my gran's when I was seven or eight but now that I was eighteen and legally I could look after myself alone at home I couldn't see why I had to go to that miserable old bag's house.
It was actually worse now, because of problems in so many 'Hot' countries the Territorial Army were actually mobilised on six month deployments so rather than just going to my gran's to be 'Baby sat' for two or three days a year, it was going to be every weekend for six months as far as I could see.
I'd taken a book with me, I was usually happy to sit anywhere if I could read a book. I sat in my gran's back garden enjoying the sun and the book I was reading but then disaster struck, I finished my book early and hadn't taken a backup book so I sauntered through my gran's house to find her and ask her if she had a book that I could read.
I found my gran in her living room but she was talking on the telephone so I held back just short of the open living room door.
"No, I'd love too but I'm looking after Sarah...yes again...yes I know I had her last week but that whore my son married dumped her on me again...says she had errands to run in town but I think she's still at home, I think she's being unfaithful...I have no idea but my friend who lives at the end of her road told me last time that her car didn't leave her drive all day."
'My mum's at home or could be and I'd been dumped on my granny, it just didn't seem fair to me and if there was any chance that my mother was still at home I was off, at least I could get a new book to read if nothing else. Probably guilt my mother into some small favour for me as well into the bargain!'
I found one of my old balls; I kicked it overly hard through the living room door and heard it bounce off of my gran's china cabinet.
"Sarah, what the hell...if you must kick a ball about go over the road to the park, you almost broke my display cabinet with that ball!"