sunrise - klaudia karbowiak

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SunriseK L A U D I A K A R B O W I A KCopyrightedby Klaudia Karbowiak

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PREFACE

Howwould you feel if you knew that you were your loves life

anddeath at the same time? How would you feel if the only way to killyour soul mate was be getting killed yourself? You would dread thethought. And so do I- standing face to face with death. Death is walkingtowards me and theres no way to stop it, no help around to come. I lookinto its eyes- giving it a hateful look It smiles at me and now I hate iteven more.

I didnt know what happened but all I was able to see wasblacknessI was sure that I havent died because I could feel pain. I

came back to consciousness. That proved to me that I wasnt dead.

I opened my eyes and I didnt like what I saw. The love of my lifefought with effort to save our lives. I hoped that my love would not giveup and fight, however death was stronger in many ways. Could we hangon and survive this ordeal or would we become just another two namesticked of deaths endless list?

It was then when I saw the determined cerulean eyes whensomething crossed my mind; I realised that there is a way to save thetwo of us with as little fight as possible.


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CHAPTER 1

Iwas finally moving. After living in rainy England for whatseemed as endless six years, I was finally moving. My dreams oflounging under the baking hot sun and on the golden beaches were nowbecoming true.

I was moving into the vicinity of Sydney, Australia. I canremember when I was six, my parents promised to move there but whenI was about ten we moved to Britain instead. We lived in a medium sizedtown called Rotherham. There we lived in one of those old terracehouses numbered with a big, decorative fourteen. The house was nearlyone hundred years old- and to be honest it looked like it.

We had a small garden with many flowering plants. We had abush of full, white roses- they were my favourites. In fact the garden wasone of not many things I liked in England. The other thing I liked was theschool. Yes, I surely liked school. Most of people called me weird just

because I liked it. I bet they would have understood me if they wouldhave ever studied in Poland. It was way more enjoyable and easier tolearn in English than in Polish schools.

Poland. Warm in summer and in most of the spring. Cold in thewinter and some of the autumn. It snowed every Christmas. Whycouldn't we have stayed? Oh, of course politics and all that. I can't evenbegin to express how much I hate politicians for their greed. It's theirentire fault that I've spent six years in Britain, in dreadful conditions.

I'll always miss my friends from Poland. There's no one to miss

from England though. I've spent most of the time in the school libraryand I didn't make any true friends. I actually somehow didn't want anyfriends. I guess it's because I was turned down so many times when Itried to make friends with someone. I was always that weird andannoying Kate Burney to them. In Poland I was always liked andeveryone said I was beautiful, then in England I was always called ugly. Ididn't understand it.

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and I was hoping that it will be better in Australia than in Britain. Iwouldn't be able to stand being an outsider in a place I've alwaysdreamed of.

I felt the plane set its wheels on the rough, solid route. It was a

rather unpleasant sensation that made my stomach flip. Then all of thesudden people started cheering and applauding, I joined with them. Iwas thankful that the flight was over. I wonder why was I so scared thatsomething bad would happen. Anyway does it matter, we've made it. Allfour of us. The whole Burney family- my parents, my sister and me, haveofficially arrived to Australia after a particularly long and boring flight. Islept nearly the whole flight. Two flights actually - from London toSingapore and from Singapore to Sydney. Both seemed to last forever.

As I had been expecting, my auntie and uncle were waiting for usoutside the Sydney airport. I don't know how we found our way out of the

airport building- which seemed like an endless maze of corridors andsigns- in the very first place.

I've only seen my auntie and uncle in pictures before. They lookexactly the same in real life, even though the only pictures we've got arefrom about five years ago. That was strange, worthy questioning, eventhough I knew that I would never be brave enough to ask anyone aboutit.

My aunt Sarah is a really skinny person with a golden tan andlong, straight blonde hair. She looks really young even though she is in

her late forties. Her husband Logan is a muscular man with a dark tanand black, neatly brushed back hair, also in his late forties. He is a fewinches taller than Sarah.

Sarah waved her slim hand welcomingly and then she ran withLogan in our direction as gracefully as if she was dancing; she didnthide her excitement. She looked as if the happiest thing in her live has

just happened. She looked as if she has won a lottery.

As they approached us, I could finally study their features closely.Sarah had really kind looking aqua blue eyes with long eyelashes. To mysurprise, what seemed as fake lashes was actually real. She had laughlines and her nose was little and straight. She probably could be a modelif she would want to, I thought to myself. I also thought that she is atrustworthy person who you can go to and tell everything that bothersyou and she will always find a way to make you feel better. She is like amother figure- caring and helpful. Not over caring like my mum Mariethough- whom I love anyway.


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"Hello! I hope you had a peaceful journey my dears." Sarah saidin a sweet, kind voice and then she hugged each one of us. I saw tearsof excitement and happiness in her aqua eyes. Yes, she definitely was akind and caring person.

Her grip was strong, like she didn't want to let go of us or like we

were really slippery and would slip out of her hold at any moment. Ithought that it was the warmest welcome I've ever had in my entire life.

Once Sarah unwillingly let go of us, her husband approached in asteady pace to welcome us.

"Hello." Logan said loudly but rather shyly in a deep, warm voice."May I take your baggage?" Now I could see that his eyes were a

beautiful, hazel colour. Like Sarah's, they held an incredible kindness inthem. His lips were tight and he had laugh lines just like Sarah.

"Oh don't bother, we can manage to do it ourselves, but thanksanyway." Was my dad's (Andrew's) automatic response. He was a sort

of person who wanted to have everything done by himself. He thoughtthat it was the only way for something to be done properly. It was one ofthose points of view that I have inherited from him.

"I'm sure you had a long and tiring journey. Let me take it for you."Logan insisted and before my dad had even time to think of how toanswer him, he took our bags and started carrying them somewherearound the corner where I suppose his car was. He really was strong, Ithought with amazement.

"Let's go my dears. The cars are just there, around this corner."

She pointed. It took us thirty seconds to get to the cars. One was a blue,shiny Citroen with a big boot and the other one was a rather small silverBMW. Both of the cars looked new and expensive. Well what have Iexpected- they are both successful lawyers after all.

"We dont have a six-seater so we brought two cars with us."Sarah explained the whole situation with a kind smile on her face. In factthis smile seemed to never fade away.

"We thought that in the Citroen Logan will take your luggage andthat Ill drive you back to our place in the BMW." She carried onexplaining. Kindness was not fading away from her face still.

Out of sudden I found myself being hugged for the second timetoday. It was a lot more delicate than the other hug though- as if I was aprecious and breakable thing.

"I've been waiting for you lot to come for over twelve years. It's allmy fault that it took so long. After all I was supposed to be a goodlawyer." she said, her aqua eyes going glossy behind her longeyelashes. She was hugging her only brother now- my dad.


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"Sarah, you know we would have come earlier if not our languageproblems. So don't blame yourself." he comforted her.

"It's not your fault that it took us so long just to learn basics ofEnglish, and now lets get moving. We can't stand here forever." my dadsaid as politely as he could. Sarah couldnt and didnt complain.

I knew that my dad Andrew didn't like showing his feelings muchand that he felt the same way as Sarah- if it comes to happiness andexcitement.

We got ourselves sat comfortably in the BMW with Sarah behindthe wheel. I felt sorry for Logan who had to drive on his own.

"Maybe I should go with uncle Logan? I will keep him company." Isaid, for I did enjoy making people happy especially when all I had to dowas to keep company. It was so simple at the moment to make someonesmile.

"That's a great idea dear. I bet this will greatly satisfy him. You aresuch a good child." answered my aunt in a grateful tone. I wondered how

many things my parents would have told her about me and my sister,Angela, when they talked to her on the phone. I know I am a goodperson but she couldn't have stated that without knowing me more.

I got out of the silver BMW and marched towards much biggerblue Citroen. For a fraction of a second I felt like I was going to regretthe decision I made but as I opened the passenger door, Loganwelcomed me with a warm smile and such thoughts escaped my mind.

"Hi. Did Sarah send you as a messenger?" he said. From hisvoice I could tell that something was bothering him.

"No. Aunt Sarah has nothing to do with it. I, um, decided that I

should keep you company; that you shouldn't drive by yourself." Ianswered honestly. I saw his hazel eyes get warmer; if that waspossible. He seemed more relaxed.

"Well... Thank you. I'm a rather sociable man." after these words Isat myself on the passenger seat. To my surprise it was morecomfortable than in the other car.

The whole way to my relative's house, I chatted to Logan aboutEngland and told him how much I hated it there. I also asked manyquestions about Australia (aiming to get as much information from himas I could) that he was more than happy to answer. I found out that heand my aunt have already found a school for me. I was going to go toSouth Sydney High School in Maroubra. I was to get started thefollowing Monday. To be honest I was scared that I won't be liked, that I'llbe an outsider in a country of my dreams- just like I was one in England.I still had today and tomorrow until Monday though so I've got time tomentally prepare myself. I would have never thought that talking toLogan would be so easy and pleasant.


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We were driving behind the silver BMW and eventually we foundourselves on a street with big and expensive houses on both sides of theroad. Each one of them had it's own garden, at least two garages and aswimming pool. We stopped in front of the biggest house on the street. Ithad two garages and beautiful windows- every window was decorated

with stained glass at the upper part of it which was really effective inattracting attention to itself. The door was made out of honey colouredwood which composed well with the sunflower yellow paint in which thehouse was painted. Unlike the other houses, it didn't have a swimmingpool or a garden (that I could see).

"This is going to be your home for some time until your dad findsa job and a house of his own. We will help him with that so it will bepretty soon." declared Logan.

"Oh" was all I could say because something about the housemade me not even want to think about moving into a different one.

"Where exactly in Australia are we now?" I had to ask- I waspurely curious.

"In Maroubra in New South Wales. Maroubra belongs to the localarea of the city of Randwick. It is placed ten kilometres South-East fromSydney central business district if you wish to know. Maroubra also is apart of Eastern suburbs region." He answered in one breath. Then wewent through the honey wood door inside where others have beenwaiting- after Logan has parked his car safely in one of the garages.

"What took you so long out there?" asked my mum with

unnecessary concern in her voice. Her chocolate brown eyes that Isometimes envied searched for any signs of injury on me. She definitelywas over caring. I wonder what she thought- probably that I hurt myselfon something in the garage which, in fact I couldn't blame her for,especially considering the fact that I can hurt myself on anything. I'm amagnet to blood spilling situations.

"We were talking about Australia. I answered. I said it half-heartedly because I suddenly felt tired. My mum seemed to realise that.

"You need to rest dear, ask aunt Sarah for the way to your room.By the way, I think that you will like it."

"Okay mum." I moaned- I didnt want to sleep yet, even though Iwas tired.

"She is upstairs by the way." my mum added quickly before Ivanished from her eyesight.

I went up the stairs. There was a long corridor with four doors. Ijumped as one of them opened and my aunt came out.


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"I've just been setting up your room dear. I hope you will like it.Come and have a look." She took my arm in her bony hand and draggedme towards the creamy door she would have came out from earlier. Theroom was small with sky blue walls. It had two windows- both on the

ceiling- one over the comfy looking single bed- which means that Imgoing to have a nice view at night.A cupboard was opened with a small pile of my clothes on one side andmuch bigger pile of clothes that I didn't recognize on the other.

"Whose are these?" I pointed at the unknown to me neat pile ofclothes.

"All yours dear. It's just one of your Australia coming presents."She announced.

"Wow, you really shouldn't have. Thank you so much." Ianswered. It was one of my Australia coming presents. My thoughts

tangled around the last sentence."We wanted you to feel welcome here. And now tell me how do you likeyour room?" Her aqua eyes flickered with interest as she said that.

"I love it. I absolutely love it and I always wanted to have windowsin the ceiling. And sky blue paint has its charm. Its perfect! Thank you!" Ismiled and then gave her a big hug. Her eyes were flickering withgladness now.

"I'm going to leave you on your own now dear. I'm glad that you'rehappy. You need to wake up early tomorrow if you want to seesomething amazing and I'm saying no more. Sweet dreams dear." shestated and before I could ask her anything else she was gone, leaving

me with my thoughts.

I just realized that next to my bed, in the left corner of the roomwas another creamy door. I opened it and I found myself in a smallbathroom. I looked around. The floor was covered in perfect white tilesand the walls were covered in pastel pink. There was a beautifullyframed mirror on the wall and a small window. I really liked it all.

I came up to the mirror. There was a small, neat note stuck to it.

This bathroom is all yours for the time you will spend here somake yourself comfortable. Sarah Rail xxx

I smiled as I read it. They really thought about everything: school,bedroom, bathroom, clothes and who knows what else. I was sograteful. I wondered whether I was worth it all.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I had a rather pale skin,-from the lack of sunlight- literally silver eyes which were duplicates of my


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grandmothers, my dad's round face and medium sized nose and mymum's beautiful lips. My hair was brown with blond streaks. It wasnatural- I've never dyed it or even planned to. My hair was special- Icould have it either with streaks or without streaks at any time. It was allup to where I put the parting on my hair. When it was on the left side, my

hair was medium-dark brown and when it was on the right side, my hairwas light brown with blond streaks. My mum envied the thickness of myhair and the way it shone. I was what my family and people from Polandcalled beautiful.

I had a long and relaxing bath and then dressed myself in short-sleeved pyjamas then I quickly blow-dried my hair and brushed myteeth. After those routines I went to bed and quickly drifted into a deepsleep. I had a dreamless night.

Next morning someone woke me up. I gave out a long yawn and

then stretched myself. I saw blurred but familiar face in front of me. Itwas Sarah. She was grinning- showing her perfect, straight teeth. Heraqua blue eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.

"Wake up Sleeping Beauty! You have to hurry- amazing thingsdont last forever. She grinned.

Get yourself dressed quickly but be quiet because everyone elseis still asleep." she reminded me. I stood up and took a blue dress (theAustralia coming present) from the cupboard and changed quickly in thebathroom. I tied up my tangled hair; I wasn't really bothered to doanything else with it now.

Are you ready yet? I heard a voice coming from downstairs.

Well if you are come here then.

I quickly ran down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible but Ialmost tripped on the last step. I grabbed myself on the banister in thelast fraction of second. I was lucky not to fall over but also unlucky; therewas a little piece of nail sticking out and it scratched the tip of myforefinger at my right hand. Blood started oozing from the wound. Igroaned and put my finger in my mouth. It was an automatic response.

Here you go. Sarah passed me a strip of plaster- she must haveheard me groaning and guessed what happened.

Do you want to see that amazing thing or not dear? She lookedunsure. She gave a quick glance at my dressed finger. There wassomething I havent seen before in her eyes. She turned away from mequickly so I couldnt examine them closer but from what I caught aglimpse of, a silly question aroused in my head:

Could it have beenhunger in her eyes? No, it must have beenconcern- I corrected myself.

Of course I want to. Please lead the way. I didnt want a tiny cutto spoil whateveramazingthing was waiting there for me. She led us out


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of the house into the garden which I havent seen before because itwasnt seen from the road. It was the biggest garden I would have seenso far and the most amazing one.

W-o-w. I thought I was dreaming. There were birds of varied

hues and sizes wherever I rested my eyes. There were different tints ofblue feathery balls sitting on one of the tree branches and variousshades of red ones on a different one. There were different colours alsobut those stood out the most.

I didnt recognize any of those birds except from a lonely pair.Wow. A pair of Rainbow Lorikeets. I pointed at the loveliest birds

out of them all. My aunt smiled warmly and her aqua blue eyes sparkledwith what I knew was happiness.

Yes, thats right. She confirmed.You seem to love this? It was more of a question than a

statement. How could she believe that I wouldnt like such an amazingthing.Sarah. How can I not love it? Its something Ive never seen

before. Its amazing. That seemed to have convinced her.I thought I was dreaming when I saw it all. This made her glow.

She looked so young. And she doesnt behave like other people of herage that I know- moan about everything and keep on repeating that sheis too old.

We need to feed them. She said.Theres everything ready on the kitchen table. Can you bring it

here, please? She asked and I nodded.I quickly ran to the kitchen table and picked up a bag of seedsand another bag full of wriggling worms- which made me flinch- and ranback to the garden.

I passed Sarah the bags. She opened them and started chuckingthe contents all over the place. Birds became more animated, fighting forfood.

Lets go. They are quite dangerous when they fight for food. I gotscratched few times. She pointed at the few scars she had on her righthand.

When we came back in everyone was up and Sarah startedmaking breakfast.After I ate the breakfast I drifted away to my bedroom. The clock saidthat it was only ten past seven in the morning. I had a lotof time so Ipicked up a book White Fang from the shelf. It was about wolves. Iwould have read it few times before, because it was the sort of book thatusually took me a day to read. The point of it is to keep my head awayfrom thinking about tomorrow.


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Reading the book took me the rest of the morning and wholeafternoon with breaks for lunch and dinner.

In the evening, just after the supper, I finished the book and all thethoughts I kept from my mind, inevitably rushed into my consciousness.

What if I wont be liked because of my appearance or because ofthe way I talk- my accent? What if Ill say something stupid as it oftenhappens? Or what if they dont like people from other countries? Thesame thoughts circulated my head. It was time to sleep but I couldntclose an eye. Everything seemed so loud, - a buzz of a fly, murmur ofthe wind against the leaves- every little rustle seemed to keep me fullyawake.

Everyone was asleep except from me, so I tried counting thesheep- to my surprise it worked. I finally found myself in Dreamland but

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CHAPTER 2

Ihad a dreamless night. I guess I was way too worried aboutschool to let my mind produce any kind of dream.

My sleep was so light that I roused when I heard my mumsmeant-to-be quiet footsteps. She must have thought I was still asleepbecause she started shaking me violently.

Kate! Wake up or you will be late to school. I heard her whisperurgently.

I was already awake when you came. I remarked. She rolled her

eyes and walked out of my room to give me some privacy.

I stood up and stretched my stiff muscles. I picked up someclothes that I had chosen from the Australia coming present pileyesterday night. I ran to the bathroom and combed my hair slowly andthen I parted them on the right side to show off my blond streaks. I leftmy hair loose but I put a hair-bubble around my wrist just in case I hadPE today.

I got dressed quickly. I rushed downstairs (trying not to trip overlike yesterday) for my breakfast which was waiting for me on the kitchen

table. I chewed the crispy toasts with jam fiercely and then brieflyslurped the milk from the glass.

I thanked Sarah and mum for making me some breakfast andrushed up the stairs. I picked up my brand new rucksack, equipped withnotebooks, exercise books, pencil case and a planner- which was auseful thing for a person with memorising problems.

Kate! Ive got something for you! Sarah cried out from thekitchen.

It must be another Australia coming present or something along

those lines. I thought as I ran back downstairs with the rucksackhanging over my shoulder. I went down to the kitchen where Sarahstood, her eyes flickering with curiosity. She pointed at two bundles thatlaid on the square, mahogany kitchen table.

I picked the first one up, unsure what to expect. It was wrapped insilvery wrapping paper. I tore the paper off with one swift movement. I


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found myself holding a little, black gift box that jewellery is given in. Iopened it, I was curious indeed.

I examined the item in my hands closely. It was beautiful. It was agold necklace with a flower shaped charm that had a carving of Mary

and baby Jesus on it. It made me smile. It reminded me of the necklacefrom my favourite grandmother that Id have lost few years before. Itused to be my personal source of good luck.I picked this one with your mum in the internet. It is for good luck dear.She gesticulated towards my mum and smiled- showing her perfectteeth.

Anyway, unpack the other one. She was so excited. She lookedlike she is going to jump over the moon (if it there was one out- it wasdaytime after all).

Okay. I responded smiling, also excited.

Ive put the necklace on before I reached for the other bundlewhich was wrapped in golden paper and tied with a scarlet ribbon thatstood out beautifully. I froze as I tore the paper off. Here in my hands Iwas holding - shimmering in a profusion of sunlight- car keys. I wasamazed and second time since Ive been here I had to think whether Iwas worth it all. What is the point of Australia coming presents anyway?Is it to keep me here? To help me settle?

Ive been brought back on Earth as Sarah grabbed my hand andpulled me towards the front (honey wood) door.

Youve got to see it. Your dad said that this is the car you wanted

to get in the future. She almost chirped those words in her excitement. Ienvied a little the way her beautiful eyes sparkled happily, in harmonywith her feelings.

We stopped outside the house where the car was parked.But could it be-? I was so amazed. The car I wanted so much

is parked right here, ready for me to sit in it comfortably and drive it.

It was a Peugeot 307 convertible. And if the car wasnt enough inits own grace, it was painted a fiery orange metallic colour. It wasexactly the colour I would have dreamed about to have my car painted.

You must be joking me! The car of my dreams in a country of mydreams? Im being greatly spoiled here. I teased my aunt. She smiled awide grin of perfect teeth back at me. Her eyes sparkled like neverbefore. She seemed to glow and looked happier than ever.

Sarahs long blond hair was tied up in a neat bun (it was like thatonly when she was doing some work- whenever at her home office or in


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the kitchen). That reminded me of everything that was to happen today-me having to put up with school and her going to work.

I got to go to school. I hesitated slightly. I was about to ask whowill drive me there which sounded silly now when I had my own car. Ididnt know where exactly the school was and that was the only problem.

Have a nice ride then dear. My aunt smiled and kissed mycheek for goodbye like aunts often tend to do. I stiffened at the thoughtthat I will have to drive on my own.

Dont worry dear. I wouldnt let you drive to school without youknowing the way. She said convincingly as if she read my thoughts.

Just look inside your car. Im off to work now. Bye Kate! Shechirped in her warm voice.

One more thing Kate; this car has been chosen by Logan andyour dad with a bit of my help. Logan wanted to give it you personallybut he had to go to work earlier today. She added and shortly vanishedfrom my sight.

I was about to open the door of my new fiery orange convertiblebut my mother, Marie had cried out for me urgently and rushed out fromthe house with my little sister clenched on her side.

Yes mum? I asked- watching her gasping for breath.Please take Angela to school. Her school is on the way to yours

so it shouldnt be a problem. Can you do that for me? She requestedonce her breathing went back to normal.

Sarah was supposed to do it but she had to go to work. She wasalready running late. My mum explained.

Ok mum, thats no problem as long as I know the address. I told

her. All the needed addresses are already saved on your GPS, love.She winked.

Wow. GPS. I should have thought that mum. I grinned. Loganand whoever else was it that helped choosing this car has really made itperfect for me in every detail.

Angela lets go. I sweetly smiled to my cute six-year old sisterand seized her delicate hand. I led her to the passenger side. She wasfaster to open the door. She sat herself on the creamy leather seat andclipped her seat belt straight away. I shut the door behind her and strodetowards the drivers side.

The door opened smoothly. I settled myself comfortably on thecreamy leather seat that shone with its newness. It was so nice to sit onthis seat, so relaxing.


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I gave a quick glance at the inside of my car. There was a stickynote stuck to the white, furry steering wheel. I quickly recognisedSarahs neat writing.

All the addresses youll need are already typed into your

GPS. I hope you like your car dear. Enjoy the ride! Sarah Railxxx

My aunt and my uncle are the most kind people in the universe. Iwas certain of that. The car had a wooden dashboard and an automaticgearbox. It had air conditioning which I set to room temperature. In oneword it was luxurious. It was something I would never had before.

I was really glad that just after my sixteenth birthday I had passeda driving test. Now I was seventeen and able to get whenever I want toon my own. I smiled to myself for making a good choice at my sixteenthyear of living on this world.

Ive put the keys into ignition and turned them swiftly. The cargave a silent purr as it came to life. Now, the most important thing:GPS. It was attached to one of the air conditioning crates. I pressed thered button with some force. The screen lighted up and a computerisedvoice welcomed me. I would have dealt with satellite navigation beforeso I knew what to do. In the menu I chose addresses and then pickedone marked as Angelas school. The way was surprisingly short andeasy. It was barley two streets away from Sarahs house.

I didnt talk to Angela as I drove her to school and if not the radio,

the silence would be crushing.

I didnt know where I gained so much concentration from.Probably I gained it subconsciously from the part of the brain that fightsfor survival because it was the only part of me that didnt worry abouttoday it will get to worry later on though- when I wont have toconcentrate on my life- I believed.

I turned right- just as the computer male voice told me.Youve reached your destination. It told after a while of driving

straight forward.

I searched for a parking space.Kate, there! pointed Angela at the space between a red

Mercedes and a black Jeep.

Thanks. Do you know where to go? If she doesnt then that canbe a problem because I dont know where she is supposed to go either.


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To my relief she nodded but I couldnt believe a six years old childstraight away.

Are you sure? Maybe you want me to come with you? I wouldntwant to get in trouble with my parents. She nodded again.

Look Kate! Its there where these kids are playing. She pointedat a group of kids- probably of her age. Now I could trust her for sure.

She unclipped her seatbelt, kissed me on a cheek smiling and ranoff to the place where youngsters were jumping about happily. I hopedthat her day will be good. She turned around and waved goodbye withher delicate hand. She looked so cute in the pink knee length dress. Shehad her mums eyes- chocolate brown and she had my dads brown hair.I grinned back at her, also waving goodbye.

I watched her for a while- running towards her new class mates,then I changed the destination on my GPS to My school and droveaway listening to the radio and the computer voice at the same time.

My school wasnt as close to Sarahs house as Angelas but it wasnot far away either.

My school is four point four kilometres away from Angelasschool, so it is five kilometres away from Sarahs house I made a quickcalculation in my head.

I drove slowly- just over thirty kilometres. My nerves were inshredsfirst day at school. I will get to know if Australia is as good as it

seemed so far or whether my (worthy a reputation of nightmares)thoughts are true.

How good that the golden sun was out. If the weather would beworse, my mood would surely match it perfectly. The sun certainlyhelped a lot. I was extremely scared but with the suns help I was alsosomehow eager and excited.

Oh God, bless the sun! I thought. Its so magical how thishanging on the sky ball of fire can affect me and many others around.No wonder that Sarah and Logan are always in a good mood- fifteenyears in roasting sun with only a few drops of rain throughout the year iswhat I call a paradise or at least a part of my imagined paradise.

I felt my throat going suddenly dry but it wasnt because I wasthirstyI could see the school. It was surrounded by a thick, dark forestand green hills. I could see its extensive pitches. There were two footballpitches with people playing football on them. There was one pitch that Iknew was especially designed for running and other athletic activities. I


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was a good runner and I knew that I will enjoy spending time on thatparticular pitch. That was one good thing that I could spot already.

The computerised voice told me that Ive reached my destinationand made me toot my horn by accident. It made all the pedestrians look

my way. I tried to look as if nothing happened- as if it wasnt me who justtooted the horn. The one thing I hated the most was being stared at as ifI was an exhibit in the museum Im going to dislike today. Obviouslyeveryone will glare at me. Im new in this school and already Ive done asilly thing. I bet that everyone will be like Oh its that new girl who tootedher horn for no reason but on the other hand it was just an accident ithappens. I cant be too nervous about it. I have to calm down. It wasntthathumiliating experience anyway.

The crowd of students, whose interest was gained by my horn,now continued striding toward the school gates. I realised that all of

them were tanned. This was no good- it will make me stand out with mylight, peachy skin but what else could I have expected? Australianswithout a tan? All of them to be albinos?

I drove slowly toward the arch-shaped gates of my new school. Iwas really stiff and tensed out of sudden- it was sign of great stress.

The gate was pastel green in colour and looked quite old. I drovepast the gate getting tenser with every second because now it wastime to look for a place to park (which I was no good at). I was lucky;there was a free parking space next to a big, white sign announcing

South Sydney High School in green letters. There also was a telephonenumber given and the school motto- Let us be known by our deeds. Itotally agreed with the motto, I was judged too much by appearance inEngland. I hope that students in here also agree with it.

You can buy beauty but knowledge youll be never able to buy.-My dad would have repeated so many times. He is a great father. Strictbut great. He always wants the best for me. He would have told meabout the mistakes he made and he would have changed the way I lookat the world. One of his biggest mistakes according to his stories wasthe one to choose not to continue with his education. He told me that Ishouldnt ever follow the path he took. He said that if he would havegone to college, he would have had a better job now and that our familywould have had been in Australia a lot sooner.

My mother would have told me the same type of stories- alsowanting me to have a great future and to chose a correct path. She isthe believer in our family. She believes that I will have an easier future.She is what anyone could call a motherly friend.


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I love my parents. I shall never let them down. I own them toomuch to leave them disappointed after all their effort theyve put inraising me.

I parked my car next to the sign and silenced the engine down. An

urge of panic washed through me, giving me goose bumps. I didnt knowwhere I was supposed to go. I was very nearly hyperventilating in thecar. I took a few deep breaths to clear my mind and calm myself downthen I closed my eyes to concentrate on planning something out.

After a minute of thought I figured out that I should get out of mycar and find someone who could help me. It was a simple plan. When Ifind someone who is kind enough to help, Ill ask him or her for the wayto reception and then Ill ask the receptionist for the map of the schoolplus my time table.

I opened the door slowly, concentrating on my plan. I grabbed mybag and stepped out of the car. I gave a quick gaze at my surroundingand locked my orange Peugeot with one click of the button. I was in acar park (obviously) and I had to find someone who looks kind andhelpful.

My legs shovelled forward with struggle. In fact they only movedbecause they had to, not because they wanted to. I searched for thatsomeone who hopefully wont mind helping me.

There was a group of people laughing and messing about around

the corner but they didnt look welcoming so I carried on searching. Myeyes stopped on a lonely girl sitting on the bench under the protectiveshade of a hefty tree. She was reading a book but I couldnt see whatthe title was. She had a cinnamon carnation and black, shoulder long,wavy hair. I could feel that she wouldnt mind giving me a hand in need.

I started walking towards the bench. There was a plenty of roomleft where I could sit. The girl didnt look up as I sat myself next to her. Icleared my throat- that caught her attention.

Hi. My name is Kate I smiled kindly.

I just realised one thing about the girl, she had the most intriguingeyes I would have ever seen. They were an unique emerald green.

Hello. My name is Calla. Nice to meet you Kate. She smiledshyly and then tucked her hair behind her ear.


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I was just wondering if I could ask you for some help? Ihesitated slightly. Why would this girl want to help me anyway? I wassurprised when she smiled kindly.

Of course, no problem. Was her answer. Now I had to tell herwhat I wanted.

Um, can you show me where is reception in this schoolplease? I stated. She smiled and nodded.No problem, lets go. She shoved the book that Ive interrupted

her from reading into her bag, then she stood up and hung her bag overher shoulder. She was as tall as me (about 5.4 feet). She was as slim asme too. Her shoulder long jet black hair seemed to radiate in the sun.

Calla started walking and I followed. We were walking towards asmall white, separate building with blue door. As we came in I could tellstraight away that she led me the right way. There was a big, tall deskbehind which sat three women typing something fiercely on the

computer keyboards. One of them looked up from the computer screen.

How can I help you? She asked interested and somehowsurprised by our visit.

Im new in this school and I dont have a time table for mylessons. I informed the plump woman behind the desk.

AndWhat is your name Miss? She asked. She lookedimpatient.

Im Kate Burney. The woman whispered something to the

woman next to her as I told my name. The other woman whispered in tothe ear of the one with round glasses and now I had all three of themstaring at me curiously.

Are you Sarah and Logan Rails niece by any chance?Questioned the one with round glasses. I answered her question with asingle nod.

The reaction I witnessed was really unexpected; all three womenstared at me wide eyed with their mouths slightly parted. Have they seena ghost? I turned around to check if perhaps it was something behindme that they were looking at. There was nothing interesting, just a noticeboard and the blue door I came here through. I raised my eyebrows inconfusion.

So Im Kate Burney the niece of Rails and now can I have mylesson time table please? I asked quite rudely because I was gettinginpatient. The women shook themselves and two of them went back to


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typing fiercely on the keyboards. One of them, the plump one printed outsomething and handed it to me, then she also went back to typing.

I glanced at my time table. I had science first today. I was inclassroom S5. I had no idea where was that.

Do you need help finding your way to your first lesson?Suddenly a melodic voice came from behind me. I turned around only torealise it was Calla. I nodded my head in acceptance.

I have science in S5 first today. I informed and then passed hermy time table so she can have a look herself. She looked amused asshe checked for herself.

What is it? I creased my forehead.Youve been holding this upside down. You dont have science

but English in E3 first today. She explained and we both laughed at my

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CHAPTER 3

The bell rang deafeningly, making me cover up my ears.Ive only just realised that youre in my teaching group! Calla

managed to shout over the noise of the bell.I have English in E3 first today. Ive checked on my time table.

We also have other lessons together. Isnt that good? She told me afterthe bell finally stopped informing us that we should move on.

Yes thats great and thanks for your help. I smiled at my newfriend and she, as I expected, beamed back at me in return.

Aw, that was nothing. She stated with a big grin across her face.

So you are Rails niece? She asked and her expressionsuddenly changed from happy to unreadable.

Yes Is there something wrong with that? Why did people reactso strangely about the fact that I was Sarah and Logans niece?

Calla seemed to realise that her question made me suspiciousand confused because she was smiling again whilst shaking her head.No theres nothing wrong with thatThey are both really good

lawyers and everyone respects them. Calla assured me but I felt as ifthere was something she was trying to hide from me or that her wordshad a double meaning. If she was someone I knew for longer then Iwouldnt mind asking her but she practically was a stranger and therewas no reason why she would want to tell me anything so I figured outthat I should just let the subject drop.

Lets go to E3. We both said at the same time and then laughed

at our coincidence. Calla beckoned for me to follow and I started walkingbehind her. She walked as gracefully as a model- that was somethingmy eyes would have missed at first. I could only follow and envy,realising how very ponderous were my movements in comparison tohers.

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to be seen. Calla walked towards her seat- next to a muscular, redhaired boy.

I felt quite self-conscious to stand in the middle of the classroom.Suddenly everyone quietened down as the door behind me opened,

making my heart beat faster. Everyone was sat down expect from me, itwas really humiliating- everyone was gawking at me and some girls inthe corner were holding back their giggles.

Miss Burney, as I presume? Asked a male voice from behindwhich I knew belonged to a teacher.

Yes sir. Thats me. I confirmed as I faced a rather attractive tallman with a thick, jet black mop of hair and thick moustache.

You must be Rails niece then, right? He hesitated slightly and Inodded in response. I could almost hear all the faces in the room tense

as if Ive announced someones death. Third time today people reactedstrangely at the fact that Im Sarah and Logans niece. Now there mustbe something that slipped through my mind past these two days ortheres something that hasnt been mentioned to me.

Um, can you just go outside the classroom so that I can speak tothe class? It shouldnt take long. Ill call you back when Im finished.He murmured under his breath. I was out of the classroom after givinghim a short, affirming nod.

My head was tangled in thoughts.

Why did I have to walk out of the classroom? Why couldnt Ive just stayed when he was talking to them? Why do people react sostrangely because of who my aunt and uncle are? Why does everyonego suddenly quiet when someone mentions them? These were thequestions on my mind; always beginning with Why. I needed someoneto answer them for me before I become insane.

I didnt have to wait long (not long enough to clear my mind) untilmy English teachers head appeared from the gap between the door.

You can come back in now Miss Burney. Im Mr. Roger by theway. I heard him say.

I stepped back into the classroom full of gawking people. I felt asif I was an exhibit in a museum. Mr. Roger gesticulated towards anempty seat, where I would have seen the red haired boy sit previously. Iwas told to sit next to Calla and that certainly was a good start. At least Ididnt have to sit next to a stranger.


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I was welcomed by a warm smile as I sat next to Calla, then thelesson began and I had to concentrate on what Mr. Roger was trying toteach us.

The annoying bell rang the second time today; informing us to go

to our next lesson. I and Calla will be having geography in room 1.3 now.

We walked or shall I say practically ran to our next lesson. Callatold me that there isnt much time given to get to our next subject class,thats why we had to be quick.

As we walked in, a female teacher with shoulder-long, brown,curly hair noticed me and beckoned me with her long finger. She lookedas if she was from Italy.

Ive let my legs carry me towards her. She asked if I was Kate

Burney, Sarah and Logans niece. I nodded my head and for a glimpseof a second her face was unreadable. She shook that expression off andthen told me that she was called Mrs. McCrea.

You can sit there Kate. Mrs. McCrea pointed at a free seat nextto a brown-skinned boy who was just pulling his jumper off, showing hisripped chest in the process of it. I could feel a slight blush spread acrossmy face and I barley ever blushed.

I walked slowly towards my table. The boy looked up at me. I wasawed, frozen; something punched my insides, making my stomach flip

and my heart to beat frantically. The boy, despite his dark skin tone, hadsparkling, cerulean eyes. They were more beautiful than Callas, Sarahsor Logans eyes added up together.

The boy had chestnut hair that was neatly spiked up. His facewas very angular and chiseled. He was so perfect so beautiful andangelic.

No, no, no, he isnt! He is just an average boy. Dont get tooexcited because youve got no chance with him anyway. Ive thought tomyself. This way of thinking worked well and convincingly. What chancedid I stand with him, especially if to consider that he was a stranger and Iwas the ugliest person in the whole universe?

I took my seat quietly and tried to concentrate on the lesson, but Icouldnt with the unknown boy by my side. I was glad that I somehowmanaged not to peek at his perfection.

Work with the person you sit next to and together make adistribution map of Australia. Mrs. McCrea set us a task and once again


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I felt a faint blush spread on my face today. I felt really self-conscious.The unknown boy glanced at the teacher with his cerulean eyes wideopen in disbelief. Humiliation spread around my body like a poison.

I realised that there was something familiar in his beautiful eyes,

something I saw somewhere before. I wasnt hundred percent surewhether I saw it in England or in Australia but I knew that I will recall itsometime.

The teacher gave the stranger next to me a harsh but meaningfullook which made him groan. The boy looked at me with eyes full ofhatred and I felt myself shrinking in the chair. Did I do something to thisboy? He was eyeing me as if I have had killed all the members of hisfamily in a savage way. He made a famous phrase jump into my mind- Iflooks could kill- if they could, someone would be arranging a funeral forme right now.

Mrs. McCrea handed out sheets of plain A3 paper and squareboxes full of colours for each table.

For a while neither I nor the boy reached out for the givenequipment, and then everything happened in a rush. First thing I knewwas that we both reached for the same thing at the same time and ourhands touched by accident for a fraction of second. The second thing Iknew was that there was nothing but an overwhelming blacknessspreading in my head like ink spreads in the water.

As the blackness covered my thoughts completely, it vanishedand was replaced by complete nothingness. I didnt know for how long itlasted but it did seem long.

Suddenly the blackness appeared again followed by the ability tothink clearly. What has happened and why has something happened?

Mrs. Dove, shes waking up. I heard a familiar melodic voicecoming from the left side of the room. I was pretty much sure that itbelonged to Calla.

I opened my eyes and saw Calla and a petite woman who Isuspected to be Mrs. Dove. Both of them were examining my face forsome reason.

I tried to sit up to show them that I was fine but I underestimatedmy abilities and tried to sit up too fast which ended up not only indizziness but also in an, nearly unbearable, ache on the top of my head.I managed not to groan in pain and to keep my face straight. I must havehad banged my head and I must have had hit it hard.


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How do you feel? The petite woman (probably the nurse) asked,glaring at me with concern.

Youve hit your head really hard Miss Burney. I already figuredthat out without her needing to tell me. All I needed to know is whathappened and why did it happen- I knew the outcomes, in fact I could

feel them and they were painful.

Im fine. I lied, ignoring the growing pain on the top of my head. Iwas a really convincing liar. I always used my acting skills when tellinglies.

What happened to me? The nurse looked like as if she hoped Iwouldnt ask that question. How foolish of her was that.

Well from her expression I guessed that she was looking forthe right words. She seemed concentrated and tensed. Does she havebad news?

In one instance her expression changed into more relaxed- shemust had found the correct words to express herself.Youve fainted-Why? I didnt even let her finish the sentence.Because your brain didnt get enough oxygen. Its no big deal

Youll have to stay here and rest for a while though. I sighed- I didntwan to stay in here.

Its no big deal I repeated these words in my mind. My achinghead somehow didnt want to let them sink in. It was probably because Icouldnt understand how fainting away was no big deal. Never before in

my life I would have passed out, ever, but surely it was no big deal!

Im going to get you an ice pack for your head dear. Said thenurse after a while and was shortly gone out of my sight.

I was using every tiny bit of my concentration, trying to rememberwhat lead me to passing out.

Then it struck meit was the most vivid flashback I would havehad in my life. First the mesmerizing cerulean eyes then the Geographypair work and finally the touch of the unknown boys soft, naturally tanskin.

I creased my forehead in thought and confusion. I would havefainted when our hands touched by accident. Didnt I breathe because ofthat or what? That was unlikely especially if to consider that Inever fainted before, even though I had more than one good chance todo so. Ive never fainted even when others around did, no matter whatwas the situation.


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There you go love. The nurse came back with an ice packclenched in her hands. She passed me the ice pack whilst smiling at mewarmly and then disappearing from the sight.

I put the ice pack on the place where my head hurt. It was a great

relief, I smiled slightly from the comfort I felt.

You felt and banged your head on the table quite hard Kate. Ilooked up at Calla who was seated on the wooden chair, in the corner ofthis small room.

Thats how youve hit your head. She informed. Her expressionwas hard to read but it looked like as if she was lost in thought.

Do you want to go? She asked and she had a hopeful look inher beautiful emerald eyes. As an answer to her question I nodded andsmiled widely, that gained me a warm smile in return.

I didnt mind getting away from this small rectangular room. Therewere a few wooden chairs in the corner and one small window throughwhich only a few rays of sunlight came in. This room made me think ofEngland- a place I want to forget about.

I wanted to go not only because the room was too dull to exist inAustralia but also because my head stopped pulsing from pain now.

Calla stood up and walked out of the room leaving me on myown. I waited patiently and after a while I heard nurses voice driftingcloser.

Yes, I think that miss Burney can go home now and have some

rest.

The door opened and the nurse entered with Calla who waswidely grinning at me behind her back. I couldnt help but to grin back.As I grinned at Calla, the nurse turned around and Calla pulled aninnocent face on. The nurse rolled her eyes and turned back to face meagain. She was smiling sweetly.

You shall go home now and have some rest dear. If your headhurts then get yourself a pain killer. If there are any problems likedisordered vision or dizziness then contact your doctor immediately. Ilistened carefully to what Mrs. Dove had to say and tried my best tomemorise it.

The nurse now faced Calla with a serious face.Miss Gravelle, can you make sure that Kate gets home safely?

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beautiful part did, I wasnt so sure about the serious part. Calla wasnt aserious type of person (as far as I knew); she was a shy human being.

No problem. She told the nurse, her cinnamon skin radiatingfrom happiness. She reminded me a lot of Sarah for a moment. Mrs.

Dove nodded her head as a thank you to Calla and left the roomwithout a further word.

Calla smiled and motioned her hand in a way which I guessedmeant that I shall stand up.

Have you got a car? she asked.Yes I answered. Calla pulled an expression which I thought

meant that she wanted me to continue. I creased my forehead.What make is it? so thats what she expected me to tell her.Its a Peugeot 307 convertibleits fiery orange. I told her the

colour just in case she wanted to know that too.

Great, now give me the keys. Its not good for you to drive afterwhat happened today. Did she really think that I wasnt capable ofdriving myself, just because Ive banged my head? And how will she gethome afterwards?

I think I can drive- I started but Calla interrupted me.Youve heard the nurse miss Burney- Ive got to make sure you

get home safely. When she finished pointing out what job she wasgiven, I figured out that there is no point of arguing any further andpassed her the keys to my beloved car.

We walked outside in to the dazzling, roasting sun, which I loveso much. I felt cheerful as the profusion of sunlight and warmth huggedmy face and my bare shoulders delightfully.

How will youget home though? I couldnt help asking, walkingbehind her as I often did today. I didnt want to cause any trouble tosomeone who is going to pick her up.

Dont you worry, everything has been taken care of. Sheassured as we turned around the corner of the building. Her gracefulmovements made me have a hit on my self-esteem. I wondered howmany days it will take me to learn my way around this school and stopfeeling silly when following Calla.

I could spot the shapes of cars in the distance ahead of us, Icould also see the hefty tree where I would have met Calla this morning.

My eyes searched for any glimpse of the fiery orange paintworkbut couldnt find it anywhere. I tried to remember where would I haveparked it. We were half way through now and I still didnt recall it. I


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started panicking- how good that Calla was walking in front of me or elseshe would have realised my strange behaviour.

Hang on there was a sign. Yes, there was! A white one, withschools motto and name on it written in green. I finally remembered. Irelaxed and smiled- obviously pleased with myself. I grew even happier

as I spotted the white sign that I would have just recalled.

I overtook Calla and now I was the one leading the way. It feltbetter that I imagined to be the leader. We ran through the aisles ofparked cars, always making sure that we were getting closer to the sign.

This car park seemed like a maze right now and I felt like a ratsearching for a slice of cheese. It seemed much bigger than I wouldhave thought at first. After a while of passing through long rows ofcars, I managed to find my fiery orange convertible. I felt relief instantlyas I stroke- heated by the sun- paintwork of the vehicle, my vehicle. Iwas growing obsessive about it and that disturbed me a little.

I decided that I was going to give one more try on driving on myown. I was deliberately striding towards the drivers side but I quicklychanged the directions when I saw Calla put her hand on her hips andpull a disapproving face.

We both sat ourselves comfortably on the leather seats andclipped the seatbelts for safety.

Your car is really nice. Smiled Calla as she started the engine.Thanks. I beamed, satisfied by her little remark.I suddenly remembered something; does she know where I live

and where to drive? If she didnt know then surely she would haveasked but she didnt.Do you know where to go? I asked as she pulled out on to the

calm road.Everyone knows where the Rails live. She smiled but the smile

didnt get to her eyes. So everyone knew where my Uncle and Auntlive where I currently live. It was hard to hide how creepy all thissounded.

They are such a good lawyersThats why. She answered as ifshe knew what thoughts and feelings evoked in me. Her statement didnthelp much anyway. The fact that everyone knew where I lived with myfamily was still really creepy and I knew that I wont feel too safe at nightanymore.

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Were here. She grinned and then passed me the keys. Westepped out of the car and Calla started talking to someone quietly onthe phone. I couldnt hear a word of the conversation.

Right, Im going in five minutes. She announced as she finishedwhispering through her phone.

We can go in if you want. I can make you something to eat ordrink. It was lunch time now, I was hungry so why wouldnt she be?

No, thank you, Im not hungry. Im on a special diet. She lookedamused as if she found something funny about this. Is she really on aspecial diet? As if she needs any of that- I thought.

I gasped and jumped up as I heard a tooting sound out of thesudden. It didnt take long to spot the car that made this noise. It wascertainly the easiest car to spot especially if to consider that it was abright yellow Lamborghini Gallardo. I strode towards us so fast that it

looked blurry.The car stopped- sideways to us and then the door opened andout came him. The boy that I was sat next to on Geography- the reasonof me fainting.

My heart beat was so fast now that it seemed as if my heart isgoing to escape my chest. He didnt look at me, he was looking at thehouse with his expression unreadable.

Hi Nicolas. Chirped Calla towards dark skinned boy- he was stillstudying the house.

I told you to call me Nick and now we got to go. So his name isNicolas but he prefers to be called Nick. I will remember that, I know I

will. Our eyes met for a glimpse of a second and I smiled shyly- withoutreturn.This was the first time I would have heard this angelic boy speak.

His voice made me think of melting chocolate with its sweetness but yetit was slightly bitter. It was very smooth and the sound of it melted myinsides. I was in some sort of trans at the very moment and I reallywished that he would speak again but he didnt. Instead they both swiftlygot in to the car, just after Calla waved me goodbye and they were goneout of my sight without another word in a matter of seconds.

I was left with one unanswered question- Is Calla Nicolasgirlfriend? I shook my head, hoping that this way I might dump thisquestion from my head. There were more important questions to beanswered but I knew that I would never bring myself to ask many ofthem. These were the questions like why people reacted so strangelytoday and why did I faint after Nicolas touched me. These were a lotmore important; a lot more mysterious.


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The house was silent when I entered; everyone was at work(except from Angela who was still at school).

It was lunch time and I had nothing to do so I made myselfsomething to eat; then I watched TV until everyone came back home (Iwasnt really paying attention to the TV because my head was spinning

around the eventful day I had).First to come were my parents with Angela by their sides. Afterthem came Sarah with Logan- as cheerful as always. I was shocked thatnone of them realised that I would have came home early. It also was arelief because I didnt feel like being tormented with questions.

I was just about to go to my room when I was caught into a tightembrace by Sarah. Her aqua eyes flickered with curiosity andexcitement. She asked me how was my school and I lied to her that itwas good. What else could I have done? Bombard her with questionsthat sounded rude and out of this world even in my head? I told her that

Ive met Calla and that teachers were quite nice. That was the only truththat could be revealed.I told my parents the same stories and lies.

After the quiet supper I ran into my bedroom, relieved for nothaving to pull a happy face any longer- just to not to make anyonesuspicious.

Ive let one tear escape at the thought of Nicolas and Callatogether. I was haunted mostly by this single thought since the yellowLamborghini vanished from my sight. I gave out a loud sigh.

I couldnt understand why did it bother me that much. Its not like Iknew this guy for a long time. I didnt even talk to him and the way helooked at me at Geography as if I killed his family as if he was aboutto kill me in revenge.

I took a quick shower and quickly went to sleep. I didnt have aproblem with falling asleep today. I was glad I didnt because it meantthat all the thoughts are going to get silenced out for the night time.


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CHAPTER 4

Iwas sat in a scarlet armchair in the middle of a small,circular room. The room, from what I could tell, was build mostly in aGreek style. I figured that out because of the columns that had Greekkey printed over them and because of the marble statues of Greek godsand goddesses placed along the walls of the room.

The door creaked but I ignored it even though I heard clearly howit made a sound which to me sounded like thousand people screamingat one in shrieking voices.

I was sat in front of the fire place, watching the fiery tongues offire flicker cheerfully. The amber-coloured fire was the only source ofwarmth and light in the room. It was just warm enough for a humanbeing to feel content but not light enough to be able to study thesurroundings closer. I raised out of the comfortable armchair andseized a burning twig out of the fireplace, careful not to burn my fingers.I held the twig firmly and then started exploring the room.

My feet was bare and I could feel the comforting softness of thefluffy carpet, I could feel it tickle me between my toes. I couldnt helpsmirking.

I walked towards the wall, willing to see what it felt and lookedlike.As I came closer and closer the shapes on the wall became clearer.After a while I could finally confirm that the wall was covered inmagnolias which were drawn on a cerulean background. I stopped infront of the wall awed because the drawings looked so realistic. Ireached out my hand to prove to my stubborn self that what I could see

was just a pretty picture. I touched the flowers and their petals seemedsilky just like in reality. I reached for the trees bark and it was just asrough as real. I reached for the cerulean background and I felt sunrayshugging my skin. I didnt know how could anyone on the world paintpictures that are so alluring to the human eye.


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I shoved my feet unwillingly from the intriguing wall towards oneof the still, cold sculptures. I felt the icy carving. I felt how rough, grainyand uneven the surface was.

I felt the fire on the twig getting dangerously closer towards the

surface of my pale skin. I ran towards the fireplace and placed the twigwhere it would have came from. After that I dropped myself in to thearmchair and closed my eyes.

Sudden realisation struck me. I recalled that earlier on Id haveheard the door make a creaking sound. I wildly gawked all over theplace. My eyes locked on a tall, manly figure. I could tell it was Nicolasby the build and the dark skin tone. He had his eyes shut tight as thoughhe was having a battle inside him.

His eyes flung open and I saw a flash of cerulean in the dull light

from the fire. He squinted his eyes at me. It was a stare so full of hatredthat I started regretting that I havent simply kept on watching the fireflicker happily in the fireplace.

I was just about to open my mouth just about to ask why doeshe hate me so much but then strings of silvery mist started to circulate atone spot and then the contours of a woman became clearer and cleareruntil the mist disappeared and in the middle of room stood emerald eyedCalla.

She walked towards Nick in that graceful motion that alwaysmade me feel so ponderous. She slowly wrapped her arms around his

neck with a big grin of satisfaction spreading over her face. He wasleering at her. He looked at her as if he was about to turn into a kittenand give out a loud satisfied purr.

I wanted to swivel away so that the couple can have someprivacy. Calla is my friend and I felt happy for her and a little jealous. Mybody seemed to have froze in place; I couldnt even twitch my littlestfinger.

The couple started kissing passionately, not paying any attentionto the fact that I was in the room, glancing at them.

I felt outraged that they didnt realise that I was in the room.

Out of sudden everything vanished from my sight into the wildspin around me. I was falling into the world of complete blacknesstheworld of inevitable blackness. The hole I was falling into seemed to haveno end at the moment.


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I was surprised when I reached the ground, landing with a loudthud.

I opened my eyes and I was lying on the floor, beside my bed. Itwas all just a dream more of a nightmare than a dream but it still didnt

happen in reality. I began to feel relief wash through my veins and body.

The only part of the dream that seemed to have been true wasthe fact that Calla, my friend has a relation ship with Nicolas, the boywho made me lose my consciousness.

I stood up from the hard, wooden floor, tossed myself carelesslyback on to the bed and then rubbed my temples. I gave a quick glanceat the silver watch on the wall. It was only five oclock in the morning. Icould feel that I wont be able to sleep for any longer. I wasnt tired andthe storm of racing thoughts from yesterday made a buzzing sound

inside my head. That certainly wasnt helping me to fall asleep.It was a nonstop, dull and weighing down sound. The sort ofsound that could make anyone go insane, but I wasnt going to let it takecontrol of me.

I pulled out of the blankets, concentrating on repeating oneintention in my head. I was practically shouting it over the buzz of mytangled thoughts.

I have to find a jogging suit and I have to do it now. Now! I rantowards the cupboard full of clothes. It didnt take long to find what I

desired. I pulled off my sandy brown, lacy pyjama and quickly gotdressed into a purple jogging suit.I tiptoed downstairs, took a pen and a piece of paper off the

mahogany kitchen table, and started scribbling a messy note.

Dont worry about me. I just needed some fresh air. I went for a little jog.Ill be back at seven. Love, Kate.

I left the note on the table.I was just about to open the door but I heard someones steps

coming from upstairs. I became as solid as a sculpture out of stone. Iturned around to face Sarah.

I sighed in relief. If it was one of my parents they would tell me togo back to bed. Sarah wasnt like that- I could tell straight away that sheapproved to the idea of jogging at five oclock. She was fully dressed insports clothes. She beamed at me showing off her perfect teeth and Icould see her wonderful aqua eyes sparkle with excitement. She mademe think of a little kid being excited about Christmas.


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Going for a little run? Mind if I join? She said playfully, grabbedthe note that I left on the table and added a few sentences in her neatwriting. She folded the note and stuck it on the fridge.

Sure, I dont mind. I smiled back. I didnt know where I wanted to

go and Sarah- as far a s I know her- knows spectacular places.

I know a great place to jog. Youll love it! She chirped cheerfully,got hold of my arm and pulled me out of the house- into the fresh air ofthe morning.

It was five oclock. The Sun was a perfect shade of orange. It wasjust rising- its fiery rays warming up anything that dares to stand on theirpath.

It was the warmest and the most pleasant morning that saw in mylife. The kind of morning that made it easy for you to predict what the

rest of day will be like.The rest of the day is going to be cheerful and exciting. Nothingbad will happen. It seemed to whisper in a voice that sounded like bells.

The constant buzzing noise in my head seemed to havequietened down and now was just an unnoticeable background whisper.I havent even started jogging but I felt better already. Pleased, I smiledto myself.

Come on Kate! Follow me! shouted Sarah who already wasgood ten metres ahead of me.

Im coming. I ran towards her as fast as my legs allowed me to.You seem so full of energy dear. Laughed lightly my aunt whenshe saw how fast I ran to catch up with her.

WellI guess so. I smiled cheerfully. It felt so good andrefreshing to have the wind blow in my face, making my eyes producetears. It also felt good to have wind play with my hair.

I normally hate for the wind to mess with my hair but whenever Irun, it doesnt bother me. My heart rate was getting faster and mybreathing deeper.

I love running. I explained happily.Why? She asked casually. She reminded me a little of a young

kid that bombards others with millions of questions but most often withWhy?.

Even though asking Why? to me sounded childish, I smiled toher and answered her question.

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And what bad thought are you trying to escape from today?concern was very clearly visible in her aqua eyes. I should havepredicted that she would ask me this. She is too kind to not to besaddened that some bad thoughts are bothering me.

She is my only relative in Australia (except from my parents, my

sister and Logan) and she wants me to be content in here. She wantsme and my family to settle here easily. No wonder she wants to knowwhats bothering me; she probably thinks that its something to do withAustralia, and what else could it be about anyway?.

I will have to lie to her. Not that its something Ill be proud ofdoing or something that will help me get some answers, but Ill have to.

On the other side I could tell her the truth. I could demand fromher to tell me a reason behind everyones reactions when her surnamegets mentioned. Also, I could ask her things about Calla and Nick.

I need to make a quick decision.

I just wonder why do people react strangely when someonementions that Im your niece? There was something fierce in her eyeslike she was ready to listen to any names I mention and pounce onthose people furiously for giving my a hard thinking time but I didntmention any names.

And how exactly do they react? Suspicion mixed with anger waspresent not only in her eyes that didnt sparkle but also in the tone of hernow hoarse voice.

I started regretting telling her the truth but if I wouldnt have, then I

would get nowhere near any answers. Also, I have to finish what Ialready began.

Well I hesitated, thinking of the right words.Well everyone gets suddenly quiet and starts gawking at me with

those unreadable expressions on their faces. What a sweet relief I feltwhen I saw smile paint over Sarahs face. She even laughed radiantly.

Well its all caused by my job. Im well known and nobodymesses with lawyers. She showed off her biceps muscles in asuperman way when she said the last sentence. That made us bothlaugh.

Another question popped into my head.So people react like that because they fear of you? I watched

my aunts face carefully for any sign of change, which didnt occur.I guess you can say so. She giggled.You wouldnt want to mess with anyone whos relatives are very

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even though- I was sure- she knew the answer. I shook my head, shewas right and I felt silly for troubling myself so much earlier on.

Especially, I felt ashamed of myself for not letting what she saidever run across my mind at any point all this time. We both widelygrinned at each other and carried on jogging.

We jogged quietly for a while and I was still considering whetherto ask Sarah another question. The one that will confirm whether Callados or does not go out with Nick. I couldnt make a decision so Iconcentrated on studying the surroundings.

The sweetest scent hung like a mist in the morning air. It was ahoney-sweet scent of flowers. My head sunk unconsciously in the mostadorable scent in the world. I nearly tripped over the sticking out of theground roots because I was so absorbed by the scent.

There was a different kind of plant wherever I rested my eyes.

The place was painted in all colours of the rainbow. It was like adreamland or like a paradise.There werent many flowers that I recognised. In fact I only

recognised Freesias, Orchids and bushes of Telopea which are alsoknown as Waratahs. There also were full of majesty mighty trees, risingabove the bushes and beautifully scented flowers. I didnt know whatspecies did any of them belong to.

Did you know that Waratah means beautiful? My aunt asked asshe followed my gaze. Her blonde hair was loose and tousled by thewarm breeze from our running.

No, but from now on I do. I grinned widely at her.

We jogged always to the same rhythm, making the leaves underour feet rustle. We were an addition to the music of this forest wherebirds sang, streams murmured softly and insects buzzed.

As I listened to the sounds of nature I made my mind up aboutasking Sarah another question.

Do you know Calla Gravelle? she looked up at me to show shewas paying attention.

Isnt she a daughter of Alistair Gravelle? it sounded more as ifshe was asking herself rather than me.

I think she is. I answered but I wasnt hundred percent sure.

She has great parents. Sarah said out of the sudden. I lookedup at her. Her eyes were out of focus as if she was trying to spotsomething invisible. What is she thinking about?


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Mr. Gravelle works for the local hospital for mentally ill people.He does a great job there by the way. His wife, Anjali doesnt work but Ithink she does a great as a housekeeper. Sarah informed me. I foundeverything very interesting to listen to. Every little information about theGravelle family felt precious to me because I wanted to know more

about them.

Anjali looks after the house and children. Calla, your friend is herstep-daughter and Nicolas is her son. That explained a lot.

I think that Nicolas also goes to your school, have you met himby any chance? Sarah chirped out, I gave her an affirming nod becauseI wasnt able to say a word.

The fact that that Nicolas might be just a relative to Calla neverstumbled across my mind and now I felt quilt show up. It was the type ofquilt people feel when they judge someone incorrectly.

Do you come here often? I pointed at the astonishingsurroundings. Sarah grinned widely.

Yes, Its my favourite jogging location Its so peaceful andalluring. Dont you just think? She answered in a dreamy voice thatcaused me to smile uncontrollably.

Yes, its really alluring indeed. I grinned and in return I gained asight of Sarahs eyes sparkle from joy.

Yesindeed but unfortunatelyits time to go. Sarah said afterchecking the time on her golden watch. Her face fell slightly as if she

didnt want to go back yet. If that really was what she felt then I feltexactly the same way. Why would anyone want to leave a place that indescription is closer to a paradise than to anything else?

Do we really have to? I couldnt help wincing.Yes Kate. She whispered as if saying it quietly will make

everything better.Ok then. Lets go. I sighed and then took one more big sniff of

the sweetly scented air. I savoured every little bit of the fragrance,squinting my eyes with pleasure in the act of it. Sarah did the same.

Come on Kate. Its quarter to seven. You got to go to school ateight and I bet that you would like to take a shower before you go out.She told me.

Yeah, shower would be good. I chuckled. I was clammy withsweat. Little beads of perspiration hung to my forehead, I could feelthem slowly slide down on the surface of my face until they reached mychin and dropped to the ground. Sarah passed me some tissue to wipemy face and then we started running towards home.


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We ran in silence, breathing deeply and fast. We breathed inthrough our noses and out through our mouths because that is thecorrect way of breathing when exercising.

How was school yesterday Kate? I was surprised that Sarahasked me a question that I would have answered yesterday.I told you yesterday. School was great. I lied but I didnt make an

eye contact.Then why did you come home early yesterday? So she has

realised. Thats a bit of a slip-up. What on Earth am I going to say.I, umwas told to go home. I stammered. My lying skills were

suddenly gone.Who by? she raised her eyebrows, scanning my face as we ran.

I pretended to clear my throat so that I could have at least few secondsto think. Too bad, Ill have to tell her everything, except from my opinion

of why did I faint- that Im going to keep to myself.By a nurse Mrs. Dove I think. I answered and waited for morequestions to come because I was sure that my aunt wont let go of thistoo soon.

Why? What happened? her aqua eyes winded form concernand surprise.

I-I fainted. I murmured. Sarahs eyes winded even more as I toldher the reason why I was sent home.

Why did you!? She exploded (only after taking in a few deepbreaths).

So did Angela get any Australia coming gifts? I changed thesubject suddenly- not wanting to talk about yesterday, also I didnt wantto be favoured, so I had to check if my cute sister is getting anythingwhich would seem as the only fair way. Sarah raised her eyebrows andthen sighed.

Yes, we gave her loads of toys and clothes which she is morethan delighted with. Sarah smiled but her eyes still showed concern acuriosity.

I-answered-your-question-now-you-should-answer-mine.-Why-did-you-faint? She said slowly and calmly. Waiting a second after everysingle word before she said another. She looked deeply in to my eyes asif she was excepting to see something there.

According to what Ive been told by the nurse- I fainted becausemy brain didnt get enough oxygen. I told her and she seemed relieved.

Its no big deal. I repeated the nurses words which sounded likea plain lie to me. Sarah smirked and sped up from jogging speed intosprinting. I sped up too until I was at the same level of speed as her. She


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laughed beautifully and sped up even more. I wouldnt have believedthat a person of her age could run so fast if I wouldnt have just seen itwith my own eyes. I started running even faster and caught up with myauntie once again. We both laughed and kept the same speed for therest of the way.

I stopped out of the sudden because I had something important toannounce.

Sarah! I shouted for my aunt who didnt realise the emptiness byher side. She turned around quickly and sprinted like an arrow in mydirection.

Sarah, I just wonder if you could keep the fact that I fainted andthat I came from school early yesterday to yourself? I didnt have aslightest intention to worry anyone else and I didnt want my parents tohave a panic attack.

Can you do that for me? Please? I asked. She nodded and then

the corners of her mouth raised into a kind smile.When we reached home everyone was already up and there wasbreakfast waiting on the table. The digital clock that stood proudly on themicrowave was pointing out exactly seven oclock.

Wow. What has happened? My daughter has improved onpunctuality. Teased my mum. I always was either too late or too early.The whole kitchen was laughing and I couldnt help but to laugh withthem.

I was still sticky form sweat when I was eating my portion of fried

eggs and fresh fruit. After I showed my gratefulness to my mother Mariefor making the breakfast, I ran to my personal bathroom.

I looked at my reflection. My face was strawberry red after theamount of exercise I would have done this morning. My hair looked wild,out of place. It was tangled by wind into thousand knots. I took thehairbrush from the windowsill and started the fierce battle of untanglingmy hair. When I finished I took all my clothes off and stepped into the icyshower which felt soothing against my burning body.


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CHAPTER 5

Two weeks of school passed. Ive learned my way around theschool buildings last Monday. Now I dont have to rely on Callaskindness to walk me to our next lesson (it made me feel like I was a dogon a leash- I had to go everywhere where my friend did as if I was pulledby her). I just dont like to bother people and even though Calla assuredme thousand times that she doesnt mind helping me out and that sheunderstands that its hard to find a way in a new place, I simply cant

change my point of view about things.In the two weeks time I had not only learned how to findclassrooms in my new school but I had also stopped using my GPS toget to either mine or Angelas school. I simply learned the routes byheart. Now I can exactly remember every single turn and every singlecrossing and where every single lights come up on those routes.

I cant deny and so I wont that Im extremely proud of myself formaking a very fast progress. From confusion to precision.- as I call it.

It was Sunday morning and it was raining. I was woken up by theannoying tapping sound on the roof and the windows that I hoped I

would never in my life have to hear again. I simply had to groan. I startedgrumbling and complaining silently under my breath.I cursed the rain about hundred times before I tightly shut my

eyes and pulled the blanket over my head- trying to get at least fivemore minutes of precious sleep.

I fidgeted in the bed- trying to get as comfy as possible. I turnedfrom one side to the other; no matter how I would have laid myself onthe bed, I could not feel content so I had to turn once more and thenagain and again.

After about two more tries I gave up, sat up and sighed- listening

to the constant dripping of the rain that after a while became deafening.

I did not have a clock to check what time it was because mysister, Angie would have smashed it one morning when the sound ofalarm clock would have annoyed her. She got really done by my parents.To be honest I felt sorry for her. I myself find clock alarms not suitable forwaking people up. People should be waken up in a delicate, subtle way;


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therefore I dont exactly blame Angela for killing my clock; in fact Imquite glad she did because I didnt like that clock much anyway.

The only problem that bothers me with the lack of clock is that Ihave to guess what time is it and that can never be accurate.

I stood on the bed and pressed my face against the cold roofwindow to see where the sunshine was visible behind the clouds. Thesun rays were cutting through the clouds just above the burgundy roofsof the houses on the opposite side of the road. I estimated the time tobe about ten oclock in the morning.

I sighed. I was tired. Yesterday I would have gone to sleep at twoat night. That is because I was observing the golden stars with the brandnew telescope my parents bought me yesterday. I always found spacefascinating and mysterious. Something deep inside me pulled metowards the moon and stars. I love tracing shapes on the sky and

making up my own constellations.When I was little I used to have a telescope but I broke it. Ivenever owned another telescope until yesterday.

It was nice and warm last night. The sky was cloudless and theshinning stars stood out perfectly on the indigo backdrop.

I jumped off the bed on to the icy floorboards which squeaked as Ilanded on them. I slowly moved towards my cupboard and put on my oldclothes because they were warmer than the ones I received as anAustralia coming gift. After that I sluggishly went downstairs to makemyself some breakfast. Ive made two sandwiches with jam and a cup of

steaming hot cocoa. I ate and drank reluctantly. When I eventuallyfinished I washed the dishes, dried them with a soft cloth and then putthem where they belonged to.

I was in half way back to my bedroom when I reminded myselfabout the need of knowing the time. I hurried back to kitchen andglanced at the bloody-red numbers on the digital clock. It was nine in themorning. The imagined clock in my head was one hour late- I realised. Itwasnt a very big difference if compared to my previous comparisons ofmy estimated time to the real time. I was getting better at this every day.

I quitted the kitchen and dashed into my room which looked a farcry from the usual due to the change of weather. It wasnt as bright andcheerful now but dreary in every possible way. Generally the walls werepainted my favourite colour- sky blue but today they seemed gray as ifthe colour was sucked out of them. Even the air seemed different. Itwasnt as light and refreshing. If I was to describe it to someone I wouldsay that it was mind-clouding.


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