The Headmaster s Daughters Part 1
I was 16 when our school headmaster moved in next door. It was the first week of the summer holidays and of course it was raining. I’d been down the street at my friend Tom’s most of the day and we’d been playing on his Xbox. As I walked back up the road I noticed that the ‘SOLD’ board, which had been in the front garden of the next house for a couple of months since the previous owners left, had gone. As I turned into our driveway I saw the car parked on the adjacent one and my heart sank....