Sweet camera Rose

Despite standing on this cold hard ground, I always watched the far away stars through the window. The trees brush each other in the wind. It's almost like a sort of heaven for the animals. The darkness is not threatening when you know that you have nothing to fear except yourself. From your own clumsiness and own faults. It's as if the whole world is watching you from what you actually do... Well certainly it felt as if it was watching me.
My name is Kate. I've been a student in college but it's finished until the summer holidays are over. I have done my exams already and really all I do is wait for the next thing to come up.
I have brown hair which is long but styled so that it's all flicked around my neck. I usually wear little girly things and end up looking quite like a tomboy but really I'm probably making that up by being a typical girl. I squeal at cute animals, I care about people around me, I cry at soppy things, how can I not be such a girl?
Around me, everyday I seem to always look out my window and see outside the back of the house... Unfortunately, we aren't allowed to make the back our garden because of public reasons so people always walk through it and sometimes camp there without a care about the people living in the house above them. It's not like we mind but sometimes when they cause a fuss, I just wish to give them a good old kick in the head.
However today was different; it seemed like someone was coming into the back at night with a huge caravan. It seemed like there was activity within it and that there was even a little bit of emotion coming from it. As it stopped, it parked, the engines turning off, the lights going off.
I could soon hear my own breathing as I look intensely at the caravan, expecting something fearful to pop out of it and rape me to death... but instead there was just silence and that was it.
I decided to close the curtains finally and sneak into my bed which was across the cold hard floor. That was right, I have a cold hard floor in my own bedroom.

Within the next morning, I woke up to find myself staring at the ceiling, hoping that it was just going to be the same old ceiling I always see. However, today was different. I saw a moth on my ceiling! I screamed on the top of my voice before jumping out of my bed and onto the safety of the ground before getting all dizzy from jumping from one extreme to the next.
I finally get my head around it and see that the moth is just flying around, trapped, inside my room. It seems that it must have crawled under my door and then floated around from then on.
"Fucking hell, why are there always moths about?" I growled under my breath before turning around and checking quickly through the curtains.
It looked like the caravan was still there but there was not much else happening.
I quietly close the curtains again and head down the stairs which lead to the hallway. I wondered into the kitchen to have a direct view of the caravan.
In the kitchen, my mother was sitting at the table, reading the sports section of the newspaper and eating toast.
"Mum, why are you reading the sports section?" I asked quietly as I passed her to head to the window.
She munched on her toast, thinking about what has been said, pondering on that thought before actually reacting.
"Just wanted to see the results..." She muffled under the toast filled mouth.
"The results of what?" I asked her, turning my head slightly to face her.
She swallowed the toast finally before speaking properly "the football results. I heard Chelsea have played Swansea already."
Already I was bored of hearing about football so turned towards the window before humming in indication that I heard her.
I looked outside the kitchen window to see that the caravan had people in it. It was facing sideways towards the window so I could practically see into their window just about since they had tainted windows.
As I moved my head from side to side to see what they looked like, my mum glanced over at me oddly to ponder on what the hell I was actually doing.
"Uhm, Kate, please stop that, you're distracting me..." She joked.
"Yeah, well, there are people in this caravan who have parked right by our house." I complained.
"There is nothing we can do about it since it's a public garden, not ours." She explained.
I rolled my eyes before looking back outside. Again there was still some activity in the caravan, a bit of shouting before one of the people in the caravan left.
It looked like a boy around my age... maybe a year younger. He seemed to have such a moody look on his face like he was sucking on lemons but overall he looked pretty harmless and boyish.
He looked at me straight and gave me a dirty look before walking around the caravan and doing something which I couldn't see. I turned back to see my mum but she had walked off somewhere else. All I could wonder now is who that boy was.