"Mum, you don't have to make the seven hour drive here when I can do it myself." I exclaimed when we were halfway there.
"Don't be silly- it's no trouble. Plus, I want to spend as much time as I can with my son before he leaves me." She replied, smiling and ruffling my hair without taking her eyes away from the road.
"We'll still talk...online and stuff." I said. She rolled her eyes.
"My little Tommy Bastow." She smiled. I'd had that nick-name since I was thirteen. Apparantly I look like him. I lifted the left part of my lip as if it were being pulled up by a string.
I turned to stare out of the window at the green trees streaking past me in lines. It was quite soothing. I soon got bored, so I put my earphones in, and closed my eyes, listening intently to the angel voice of Hayley Williams.
When I had listened through the 'RIOT!' album four times, we had arrived in Buntingford Town. I looked around, searching for my favourite shops from back when I was a kid. There was a book-shop, owned by a sweet old lady called Mrs Peterson; there was a CD shop owned by a scruffy young man called Trevor Oliver.
After a minute, we were at the house.