Ardenstone - Day 2 - Page 2c
From Create Your Own Story
Her decision made, Kas took a bottle of bleach and two dish cloths from the kitchen and made her way upstairs. Their new house was actually an old farm house, built over a century ago, and didn't have the luxury of modern on-suit bathrooms. There was a single toilet in a small room downstairs, But that was all. However, the main bathroom they did have was large, spacious and had everything that it needed. The bath was large, square in shape, and had jets of air that massaged the user's body. The bath could easily fit two people inside lying down, or four sitting. Kas particularly liked the bath for all its features, and of course it also had a shower above. The bath was separated from the rest of the room by a frosted glass pane and a matching door at one end. The toilet naturally was the standard modern style, and there was a sink in the other corner. To her mind, Kas believed it to be the best bathroom she had ever seen, but it also took a lot of work to keep it clean. Crouched on her hands and knees, she started with the toilet, scrubbing it until all the dirty marks were gone, and then moved onto the bath. Before long she was enjoying herself, making patterns with the soap bubbles as she cleaned the class panels, and was soaking wet from head to toe. She had to admit that cleaning jobs were far more fun when she was helping her mother, but she also felt proud that she was able to do it on her own. It felt like it was her own house, and she was older with more responsibility. She was just thinking how nice it would be to have her own family when she was old enough, with a husband and her own children to look after, when the doorbell rang.
"Can you get that, Kas?" Her father called, as she ran down stairs.
"Hello?" She said, opening the front door. It was the postman, although not the one that usually came each morning. This one was tall, bald and at least forty years old.
"Good morning." He said, with a wide smile as he looked at her, still dressed in a soaking wet nightie which didn't hide anything at all. "Here is your mail, and I have a parcel in the van for your father." He said. Kas looked at him curiously, wondering why he had not carried it to the door. "It's a bit heavy, and I've got a bad back. Would you mind?" He asked.
"Oh, sure." Kas said, satisfied with his explanation, put on a pair of shoes from the rack and followed him out to his van. The parcel looked much smaller than she expected, and she could have carried it on her own, although it was quite heavy. But the postman said he couldn't lift it without hurting his back.
"You're a very pretty thing." The postman said as she bent down to lift the box. "What's your name?"
"Kas." She replied, standing back up. They held the box between them and he walked backwards as they carried it inside.
"And how old are you?" He asked, as if trying to make polite small talk.
"Erm... Fourteen" Kas answered politely in return. The parcel was not for her father at all, but for Wes, probably another of his collectors models that he kept ordering online.
"Would you like me to help you in with it?" He asked when they reached the door. Kas shook her head and told him that her father was in if she needed help. He said goodbye and departed as Kas lugged the box indoors and up the stairs. She took it straight to her brother's room, and set it down next to his desk. In doing so she knocked the mouse of his computer, and the monitor burst into life. Normally he locked the computer whenever he wasn't in, and it looked like he had meant to that morning. However, the computer had not locked, properly. Suddenly filled with curiosity, Kas slid into his chair and started browsing through his computer. Coming from a family of computer experts, she was fairly good with them herself, and quickly found what she wanted, the password to his computer. With that, she could get into his computer at any time. She considered changing it, but realised he would find out. Kas then went through his picture and music files. However, there was nothing much of interest there. Deciding that she should get on with her work, she went into the computer's history to delete any evidence that she had been on there. To her delight, Kas found something in there worth looking at. It was not exactly what she had hoped to find, but she considered opening the folder anyway. The pathway led to a well hidden folder, somewhere she wouldn't normally have looked, but Wes had obviously been into it earlier that morning because it was still in the history. The folder name was cryptic, using a mixture of letters and characters to form '+3R€e$'. Kas remembered Wes teaching her about it years ago. The word spelt backwards said 'Secret'. Opening the file was tempting, but she had work to do, and she knew Wes would be home soon.
What should Kas do?
