The rain trickled down the cracked windows of old. Rose lay on the floor, listening to the sound of the storm. Our parents had gone to the market, I had been watching television for the majority of the day. Rose was was a very philosophical person, generally anyways.
"Marcus?" she whispered as she had lost her voice.
"Yes ?" I bellowed, looking up from the box I had been sitting on.
" What time did they say they'd be back by?"
"I don't know! I'm no genius!"
" I didn't say anything about being a genius."
" I know"
" So why did you decide to bring such a subject into the conversation?"
" Never mind."
I quickly said a goodbye and stormed from the room.

The horses raced through the countryside;these nostalgic souls still long for a day when they could go anywhere with a horse and carriage. Their eldest child considered them to be insane but their youngest found such a thing crazily romantic. These people were massive steampunk people; they had a huge inheritance to fuel these antics. Of course they had jobs, an English teacher and a History teacher. She was the English and he was the History, teaching in a mixed grammar school wasn't really what they had hoped for, however it was the only way that they were qualified to earn money.

"Children! We're home!"
"Hi Mum! Hi dad!" I shouted frantically reaching for the tv remote so I could turn the television off.