Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Chapter 3 The Wind In The Woods

I took my first step into the wood as soon as I did this huge wave of relief went over me and suddenly I felt calm and relaxed it was nice, as I kept walking the wood got thicker and the stream seemed to be getting closer (at a very small rate) but the wind finally picked up in here and it didn’t have a message it was just wind. But I had this sudden urge to sing (I’ve always loved music) and I didn’t feel like singing Kelly Clarkson’s ‘already gone’ so I made up my own song (I often did this) it went something like this:
Is this the right way ‘cause I really don’t know,
Is this the way it’s meant to be when I’m all alone,
I don’t know why I’m asking myself these things,
Is it because I’m confused but I’m feeling nothing,
Or is it just me being me.

Why do I toss and turn and look left and right,
Is it just ‘cause I’m lost or trying to fight,
Is there a second chance or a second glance,
Why do I feel alone when I’m surrounded,
I think it’s just because I’m not counted,
But I could be wrong but I could be right,
I just hope I don’t lose sight.
Anyway it’s not the best but oh well, I didn’t realise but I had walked a fair way and was crossing the river, my feet stepped into the river and the water trickled softly over them and it felt so good. It was getting dark and it would take a while so I started to walk back, I felt much better walking back than before it seemed okay in a way but the wind told me not to get to happy something was still going to happen.

As I walked back to the house (I’m not calling home) my feet got smothered in mud and I noticed there was a lot of scrub and bush not to mention trees. As I walked and noticed every thing I heard rapid footsteps and the stumble of someone running. I quickly darted behind a tree and some scrub. A shadow, there I saw it coming towards me. Faster. It looked like a guy, no it was a guy (when I say I guy it means my age give or take a few years) skinny jeans, shirt and a red jumper with its hood up. I was breathing heavily I could see fog coming out of my on mouth I just hope he didn’t see or hear me. No he didn’t but that wasn’t the trouble the trouble was the wind he left behind it was dark and twisted like it had been burnt and tortured (I couldn’t actually see. Could I.). What ever happened it was giving me a headache and making me trip out. As I could almost see the roof of the house (I’m not calling it mine or our) a waft of smoke brushed harshly across my body and the wood. It made me want to throw up as I was choking and coughing and squinting my eyes.

I came out of the wood, surprisingly there was no smoke or fog just a yellow sun setting sky. The house towering over everything, over the town, over the hills, over the wood, over me. It was dead silent the removal truck was gone and every thing looked so good. The sky was a golden sea over the hills the river the wood the town over everything the hills were even glinting gold. I sat down on the rounded edge of the hill. My jeans made the grass squeak and my blue jumper looked more like aqua in the sunlight. I laid down my pony tail was annoying me you know how when you lay down with your hair up and it kind of hurts so I let it out. I laid there still enjoying the golden light and the soft grass. I laid there silently and the wind just flowed over me like a blanket and it told me to start singing so I sung fairytale by Taylor Swift I laid there for must have been an hour because the sky wasn’t golden anymore it was lavender and my mum was yelling my name for god knows what reason. I sat up turned around. She saw me and said,” Come inside I need your help.”
I got up, stumbled and made way up to the house.

For the first time I made my way through the front door. As I walked in I could smell a roast cooking it smelt delicious. “Mum where are you?” I yelled.
She replied with,” In your room.”
I looked all over the house before going up to my room. It was actually a nice house and it did kind of have a cosy feeling but that was only in the kitchen, there was too much room for my liking. As I walked up the stairs to my room I entered this room which I think dad wanted to be a study (I got that impression seens there was bookshelfs and his computer) I felt like I had been here before but that might have been in a dream or me just well being me.

As I was just about to leave the room the image of the boy and his father appeared, the father was sitting in the chair by the computer and the boy wanted to be picked up so his father picked him up it was so joyful almost enough to make me either cry or vomit. Cry because I have never been that happy and vomit because it seemed like some soft sappy movie which I my opinion is enough to make anyone vomit. I blinked again and like last time they were gone were they trying to tell me something because all I got so far is there were or still are happy and they seem to follow me.

So I tried to remember which way my room was and headed that way. It was the smallest room but it was big enough to be a house on it’s own (maybe I’m over exaggerating) as I walked in all I could see was boxes and a low to the ground bed (which I love) and then I saw Mum. She said I had to unpack these boxes or something or rather. So I did and it seemed to take forever but it didn’t really (I don’t have much junk, don’t like shopping, don’t have the money) and I set it up nicely with my computer on the window side so I could look out (the window was like a wall but it didn’t stretch as far as the rest of the wall and it was on the corner and went both ways) and then my bed shoved somewhere I could see through the window and everything else where ever.

As I plonked on to my bed Mum yelled out dinner was ready. So I raced down stairs (I was starving) sat down at the table and the smell of the roast wafted towards me making my tummy rumble. As we ate Mum asked if I had seen anything on my walk I said nothing because I don’t think she would either believe me or worry and not let me outside if I told her what really happened. I ate in an awkward silence and saw Mum and Dads faces gleaming like light bulbs it made me feel kind of bad don’t ask why I just did.

As I watched TV Mum slowly came and joined me as we sat there she said,” school tomorrow I wonder what it will be like maybe beautiful pictures everywhere… maybe old detailed building… maybe-“
“Maybe I’m the one going to school and not you and maybe I don’t care because I’m probably going to hate it anyway.” I snapped.
“Oh.” she said shyly.
“I’m going to bed” I tried to sound polite. I walked upstairs and had a shower and went to bed. I didn’t get a good night sleep but I looked out the window at the woods tired.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Capter 2 Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

The trip was slow but I didn’t mind it was quite picturesque with rolling hills, woods and the grass waving in the wind. But then I saw something strange, they looked like ghosts but it was a boy holding hands and walking with his father but what was even stranger was it seemed familiar but it wasn’t any of my memories (how could it I'm a girl) but then what was it. I blinked and they were gone, this seemed like something out of a movie. The rest of the trip was pretty normal except when we drove through a city and there was a car crash (it just had bad vibes).

We finally arrived at the town it was called Trundle Hills, pretty practical name ‘cause there were wide long hills on one side and on the other side was the village but then again what about the river surrounding the town (I read somewhere that when crossing a river you’re passing through realms. It was quaint, village like but there were tall buildings in the distance. There were two turn offs one to the hills and one to the village we took the one to the hills. After 5km or so there was another turn off, one went straight ahead, the other went to the main hills and then there was a dirt track leading into some more hills but on those hills was a wood. We went down the dirt track I said to Dad unsure,” Are you sure you know where this leads to?”
“Yep, your mum’s got the map.” He said sure.
“Okay, if your sure.” I said worried.

As we headed down the track I realised it was quite beautiful and it stretched for about 38km and then it came to a clearing, actually it was the end of the wood and we were back on a gravel road and then I saw ‘it’, it looked over the entire village and was on a hill. ‘It’ meaning the mansion in front of me. “Mum who lives there?”
“We do!” she said excitedly.
Great we live in a huge house (in case you didn’t know I was been sarcastic) although it wasn’t too bad because it looked old and villagely. It had a magnificent garden full of flowers, fruit trees and shrubs as well as fountains and seats. It has a huge pool, it’s crystal clear and blue.

Mum said we should explore the house before we bring our luggage and so we didn’t have to wait for the removal truck. But something crept me out about this mansion, I don’t know if it’s that I’m not used to it and don’t really like the thought or if it has bad vibes but the wind told me this place wasn’t good (but that could just be that’s what I wanted to hear so I heard it). We went up the stairs that lead to the balcony first because Mum wanted to look at the view. The view was quite magnificent and you could see the river it went through the middle of the woods to the very last building on the other side, also you could see those tall buildings but they were old and looked like buildings not been used. You could also see the high school, grey, old (I know I said old is best but it just wasn’t best even though I haven’t been there yet).

I told Mum that I would explore later and I’d be in the garden if she wanted me. So I made my way to the garden phone in hand and started to dial Melissa’s number. No answer. How stupid of me she’d be in class now but in a couple minutes it’d be the end of school for the day. So as I waited I made my way into the garden and found a spot by a big shady fig tree with wild flowers surrounding and a water feature close by. I dialled her number again and this time she picked up and answered with,” Hi, who is it?”
“It’s me, Kaze,”
“Kaze! Kaze you left me hanging at school. What could have been so important you missed a day off school and don’t tell me your sick because you sound fine to me.”
“ No I’m not sick, we moved quicker than you can blink and-“
She cut in and said anxiously,” Oh my god, where have you moved to? Please tell me you still live about an hour away so I can still see you on weekends and stuff.”
“ Just slow down. I live about six hours away in a place called Trundle Hills.”
“Six hours! When are you moving back! Oh my god who’s gonna be my BFFL now!”
“Yes, six hours. I don’t know and- what I’m still your BFFL.”
“No you’re not, my BFFL’s live close by not six hours away and you just deserted me here! BFFLS don’t do that!
And that was that she just hung up, well that shows how good a friend she was.

But she was right about one thing that the thing I wouldn’t really like and my parents been happy were linked. But instead of thinking what I did wrong I thought about what this school would be like and if it has clicks or if it is like my old school. But then I was interrupted with Mum
saying,” Come up here Kaze, the removals men will be here soon and I don’t want you in their way.”
“ How would I be in their way I’m in the garden,” I yelled.
“Just come up here we need to organise some stuff.”
“ Fine I said as I made my way out of the garden and plonked up the stairs to the balcony. When I reached the balcony I saw Mum standing up against the railing and Dad leaning up against the wall. So I said, sarcastically” What do we need to ‘organise’?”
“ Honey”, Mum said sympathetically,” we just want you to know that we love you and didn’t mean to make you leave our old place but,” she took a breath,” isn’t this place great!”
I really didn’t want to burst her bubble so I lied and
said,” It’s fine and this place is just awesome!” you do not know how much I could of killed myself because of that.
“ That’s great dear I knew- oh the removals are here,” she said and off she went. ” You knew what? Mum what did you know?” I whined but she didn’t answer.
As I went down the stairs the wind picked up, that usually means strange, dangerous unhappy things would happen or something else something the wind didn’t let me know. But I wasn’t going to dawdle on that for very long ‘cause it was going to happen and nothing I can do could change that. So when I saw Dad helping unload the truck and Mum directing them where to put the stuff. And with that Mum told me to pick a room that I’d like and then tell her which room I wanted so I did that I picked the smallest room I could find and it had a view of the woods and the town. After that I told Mum, I was going to explore the area (and when I meant area I meant the woods) I mean it seemed a nice place and it would be probably the nicest and the best place here. On the way (which isn’t a very long way) I bumped into this muscly guy, he didn’t look to old but jesus he was rude and had bad breath and the gum he was chewing looked revolting as it almost fell out. Anyway when I got to the wood there was a crossroad all 3 paths led into the wood but which one to pick. It took me a while and it didn’t help that there was no wind but I chose the one furthest to left. It was dark but not to dark and it looked peaceful enough, I think I could here a stream too. And I’m guessing it’s the one that circles the village. I took my first step in and I felt better already knowing at least there was a haven somewhere.