One day, while preparing dinner, I sang loudly and slightly off-key to Lady Antebellum's Perfect Day and heard the story behind the lyrics. It wasn't long before I sat down behind my laptop to write it all up. Soon other songs followed and then some of my own. If you happen to stumble upon this blog looking for something unrelated, I hope you take the time to read, comment (be kind I'm a cancer!) and maybe even suggest a song to write about; you'd really make my day.

6 November 2016

Chapter 4

Chapter 4 – Tuesday afternoon

When Rainie stepped into her grandfather’s house she was, much to her relief, met by a triumphant looking George and a great many boxes in the lounge, with piles of books placed randomly between them. “What are you doing?” Rainie laughed, her grandfather’s joy was contagious and the encounter in the forest quickly put in the back of her mind. “What’s in all the boxes?” Rainie asked.
“Well two things really.” George kissed Rainie’s cheek. “Firstly, there’s cake in the kitchen. Debs brought it over and we had a nice chat. Help yourself” Rainie was given a small push towards the door. She had to carefully step around the books on the floor. 
“You agreed to disagree?” she asked from the kitchen.
George nodded, “More or less.”
“I’m pleased to hear that.” George could hear Rainie getting plates and opening and closing the fridge door.  Rainie offered to make George a cup of tea, which George declined. He’d already made himself one. George was pleased and thought to himself that teenage girls could also be nice at times. 
“I was thinking about your girl this morning after Deb left and I thought I’d have a look in the boxes of notebooks and drafts your parents store in my attic. Which led to having a good old sort out. Your mum certainly lacks organisational skills.” George surveyed the boxes and the few stacks left to be put away and waited for Rainie to return with two slices of cake on a plate and a fresh cup of tea in hand. George continued his task while talking “I’ve sorted all notebooks and drafts by novel and put them in their own boxes. You know for prosperity’s sake.” Rainie nodded, her mouth too full to speak. She now noticed that the boxes had the names of mum’s novels written on them, with the numbers mum had written on each box crossed out except for the box labelled ‘abandoned ideas’. She wasn’t sure mum would be as pleased as George was when she found out. Mum, after all, had her own way of filing and organising her things.
“Did you find mum’s notes on Dheera?” Rainie asked, quickly deducing why George had taken down the boxes in the first place. George stretched her arm out towards a shelf in the bookcase and waved a red, spiral bound book in the air.
“No way!” Rainie exclaimed. “Let me see it!”
“First you help me take all these back up to the attic.” George waved his hand over the boxes and sat down to put the last few piles in their respective new homes. Rainie didn’t know which box the notebook had been dug out of, but she knew which one it was going to be returned to eventually.
Rainie sipped her tea and contemplated telling George about meeting Dheera on her way home. She decided against it for now. George said Dheera was dangerous, but now that Rainie at least knew the girl’s name and that she had definitely met her at least once before, she was a little less scared of her. She wondered what was in the notebook and which book her mum had wanted to use it for. It wouldn’t make any sense asking George which box it had been in. Not that it would give Rainie anymore clues as to her mother have or not having used it for a novel. “Finished your tea?” George asked, standing up. Rainie got up from the sofa, put her cup down and picked up the nearest box. “Let’s take these babies to the attic”. Rainie heard the front door open after she finished speaking. George shouted: “Toby, you’re right on time”.

When they finished half an hour later Toby left to hang out with a few friends, George and Rainie sat down at the dining table with Rainie’s sketchbook and her mum’s notebook in front of them. Rainie opened it and flicked through the pages. Some entries were handwritten, others typed. There were drawings of characters, photographs of buildings and places, character profiles, written snippets of conversation, probably overheard when her was had been out and about. Some pages’ corners were folded, some entries had a cross drawn through them with a ruler, others were highlighted. Rainie wondered if the highlights had made it into a book in some form or another. ‘Eliza’s friend (transcript)’ was written and underlined at the top of one of the pages. The entry wasn’t highlighted, nor crossed out. Rainie wondered out loud: “When did everyone start calling me Rainie Grandpa?”
“I believe you changed your name after all the trouble with Dheera calmed down. You said you wanted a new name because the other one hurt. So your father started using your middle name and after a while everyone followed suit.” So that’s why Dheera had called her Eliza, thought Rainie. It made sense. Rainie looked at her mother’s writing and read out loud:
Appearance: She’s blue hair up to here (pointing to her armpits) and big round green eyes. She sees everything mama, even the real colours of trees. Dheera says she can see what they feel and how old they are easy peasy. She’s tall like Toby but she can’t play football. She has no feet.
“No feet?” Rainie repeated. “I didn’t notice that when I saw her.” George shrugged her shoulders. “Could it be she was just wearing very long dresses?” Rainie made a mental note to check next time. She continued reading:
Maybe her feet are still in the egg she hatched from (showed me a picture. Plain Faberge. Must copy it).
Manner: She’s kind and makes me do challenges. She whispers, sometimes I can’t hear her very well but she has good ears. She can hear me when I call her when I’m in bed and then she comes.
Where’s she from: The woods silly. I told you that before remember? [parents] (nods) They live near the stones where we were on holiday.  I think she’s lost them. [how] (shrugs shoulders, wants to say something but stops) It’s a secret mama. I mustn’t tell.

“Where did we go on holiday when I was three or four?”
“I’ve no idea dear. I have trouble remembering when I went where on my travels. If you really want to know I guess you’d have to go home and find the photograph albums.”
“That’s so last century Grandad. DVDs. Mum and dad never print the pictures, they’re stored on DVDs.” 
“Yes, that’s a shame.” Rainie gave George a hug.
“Thanks Grandpa. Can I keep these?” George nodded, stood up and moved to the kitchen.
“You wouldn’t know anything about Dheera’s parents would you, or where she lived?”. Rainie could swear George pretended not the have heard her. She took both notebooks and went to her room. Laying on her bed she opened up the book containing her own marks and pictures. She studied them closely. They looked like symbols. They didn’t resemble the letters she had formed as a four-year-old. She wondered if the symbols were anything to do with Dheera. She put the old notebook down and retrieved her new one from the shelve. She scanned the questions she wrote down yesterday.
Who is the girl from the egg?
How does she know my name?
Where / when did we meet before?
Rainie wrote down the answers next to them. Dheera, When I was four, In the woods. Then she wrote down two more questions.
What does she want from me?
Why is she trouble?
What does the dead parent dream from last night mean?
She figured she wouldn’t get any more information out George and it was unlikely Toby would remember anything. Besides, she felt a little ashamed to ask him about it. He would undoubtedly start making fun of her and if word got to Josie her life would be hell. She’s have to go home and look for the DVDs. Hopefully they’d be easy to find. She worked on her sketch of Dheera, taking special care to keep the feet hidden for now.

“Thank you Keira”. Dheera said gratefully to her old friend.
“No problem” Keira replied “George only needed a nudge in the right direction and as I’m not bound by your rules and laws it was easy to do so”.
Although it was fine for Keira to bend the rules Dheera hoped that this time around she hadn’t broken any. She was desperate for things to be done correctly this time so she could be reunited with her parents forever.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3  - Tuesday morning

Surprisingly Rainie had been able to fall asleep quickly. She couldn’t recall her dreams which she took as a good sign. At least manga girl had not made a sudden appearance. It was early and the house was still quiet. Rainie got up, grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom. She felt pleased having beaten her brother to it. When she came out fifteen minutes later she found George fuming, pacing the landing. “That miserable old sod next door complained about your bicycles”. Rainie put her arms around her grandfather and gave him a big hug. She and Toby had known ‘The Miserable Old Sod Next Door’ their entire life. They called her Mrs. Tamaro and she’d looked after them at the nursery school they’d attended and when George moved into her house she became ‘My Good Friend Debs’ up until George and Mrs. Tamaro had had a fall out over a planning application for three small bungalows on the open green space opposite their houses. George had supported the small housing development, as they were intended for seniors with a disability, Mrs. Tamaro had objected as she wanted to protect all the green spaces in the village. Ever since their fall out Mrs. Tamaro, according to Grandpa, had complained about every little piece of rubbish or abandoned item in the shared garden. Although Rainie felt sorry for George, she could understand Mrs. Tamaro’s point of view. She and Toby used to play football with the other kids on the Green, despite it being bumpy and on a sloping patch of land. They’d organised pick nicks and get togethers. George was more pragmatic about it. He could see housing was needed for the disabled elderly people who had lived their whole lives in the village and wanted to stay. Having always lived in towns George was quite used to houses and build up area’s all around him. Rainie knew that although George loved living nearby, he missed the hustle and bustle of urban life.
“Grandpa, you and Mrs. Tamaro need to put this behind you. Agree to disagree, remember?” It was an infamous phrase George used to stop any bickering going on between Toby and Rainie. George just humphed grumpily, took a moment and then sighed “I do miss her cakes”.  Rainie felt pleased and bold enough to ask: “Grandad, is there anything else you can tell me about the girl, you know, from before?”
“I think I am entitled to some answers. You know.” Rainie knew she’s overstepped the mark and feared what George would do.
“You’ll get them when you stop acting like a rude teenager. You are not a character from one of those American shows you watch. TV has been banned.” With that George turned away from Rainie and walked down stairs. He knew he had overreacted, but couldn’t turn back now. Toby’s bedroom door opened. “Coast clear?” he whispered. Rainie nodded. “You better apologise to him you know”.
“Urgh”, she looked disdainfully at her brother “said the expert”.   

Rainie apologised to George as soon as she entered the kitchen to have breakfast. George gave her the silent treatment. Not a good sign. Good days seemed to have a tendency to quickly turn sour these days. When Toby and Rainie stepped outside to get their bikes and leave to go to the not school up with friends, they spotted Mrs. Tamaro just inside the porch of her house. She seemed to be nursing a cat. Curious Rainie told Toby to go ahead and walked with her bike in hand towards her.
“Good morning Mrs. Tamaro. Sorry about the bikes last night. Hope no one tripped over them?”
“Hi Rainie. That’s okay dear.”
Rainie looked at the animal and realised it wasn’t a cat, but a grey squirrel.
“Wow, that squirrel must either have been hurt badly or be very tame to let you handle him”. Rainie remarked.
“Well I wouldn’t say it’s tame, but it certainly was hurt badly recently. I found him over near the fence. I cleaned him up and bandaged his tail, which took some effort I may say, but I think he’s good to go.” To illustrate his wildness, the grey squirrel jumped out of Mrs. Tamaro’s arms and ran off. Rainie and Mrs. Tamaro laughed. “See, there you go. All mended” Mrs. Tamaro said satisfied. Rainie got on her bike and waved goodbye. She blew a kiss towards George’s bedroom window, Grandad was undoubtedly watching. She felt bad about her outburst this morning and now talking to the enemy. Then again Rainie wouldn’t be surprised if George was going travelling again as soon as her parents returned home. He was clearly not himself. George could act just as miserable as Mrs. Tamaro if he stayed home for too long.

 It was a beautiful morning. Riding through the woods she could smell the earth warming up. Spring was her favourite time of year, the buds on the trees, the forest abuzz with activity. You could hear animals scurrying, flying and singing everywhere it seemed. Spring also meant more space to get away from Josie and her gang and their preoccupation with criticising Rainie’s every move or action. Their interests would turn towards the sports field, oohing and aahing over the boys. Yes, spring was great.

Josie was nowhere to be seen when Rainie arrived at school. She parked her bike and walked quickly inside, head down. In English Josie took a seat behind Rainie, but didn’t say a word. Rainie could feel her staring at her, shooting daggers, although that might as well have been imagined. Although Rainie could answer all the questions the teacher fired at the class, she didn’t raise her hand once. After the lesson Rainie gathered her things quickly and was one of the first to leave. She wouldn’t have to be in the same class with Josie again today.  were good. Rainie slid onto her chair, next to her friend Hannah and smiled. “Ah, you survived another day and the sun is out.” Hannah poked her friend with her elbow. Rainie laughed and felt herself relax. Rewrite this.

Her brakes screeching, Rainie jumped off her bike.  The stag had suddenly appeared on the near side of the road. She been able to stop just in time before watching him run across the road. In awe Rainie watched it move through the trees on the other side. She reminded herself to breathe. The animal had had a majestic, almost arrogant aura, but at the same time elegance and strength. She wished she had some of that too. It would certainly get Josie off her back, and not just for the summer. The stag had disappeared rapidly and Rainie looked left to see if any does were following. She spotted the bluebell blue hair first. For a moment Rainie hesitated, but gathering all her courage and against George’s advice, she decided to park her bike against a tree. Curiosity got the better of her. She walked over to the girl, who was gazing at her unblinkingly. When Rainie was close enough she greeted her boldly: “Hello Dheera. We meet again”. The girl didn’t seem surprised at all that Rainie had called her by her name.
“Hello Eliza” she said, nodding her head slowly, approvingly and looking towards a tree stump. Rainie took the hint walked towards it but didn’t sit down. Questions raced through Rainie’s mind. She got the impression she wasn’t allowed to ask Dheera too many questions.
“Did you send the stag?” Dheera shrugged her shoulders.
“It got your attention.” Rainie waited for the girl to say more, but she didn’t volunteer anything. She just observed Rainie, though it didn’t unnerve her.
“What do you want from me?” Sometimes, thought Rainie, the best way around it was just a straightforward sprint to the finish.
“I hoped you’d remembered”. Silence again. Rainie was mulling it over and as long as Dheera didn’t make an attempt to come nearer, Rainie felt quite safe. So far she hadn’t remembered a single thing about the girl, except for part of a conversation she had had with her mother and it was only thanks to George keeping her notebook she knew Dheera’s name. Recollecting the drawings and marks, Rainie suddenly had a feeling of foreboding. She turned round and walked back to her bike. She got on and rode back to George as quickly as she could.

The grey squirrel wondered why Dheera hadn’t just told Eliza what she needed but fear of another flight and painful landing kept him from asking. “She needs to remember.” Dheera explained “It won’t work if I tell her”. The squirrel looked at Dheera, horrified she had picked up on his thoughts. Dheera continued to stare in the direction Eliza had rode off in “Plus, she’ll need to be on our side. I cannot force her to do anything. Speaking of which” Dheera turned towards the squirrel “Keira told me to apologise to you.” The grey squirrel almost felt thankful.

3 November 2016

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – Monday evening

Rainie couldn’t sleep. Her mind returning again and again to the same three questions. Who was the girl? How did she know Rainie and why was she here? Would she show up again in her dreams? Too afraid to even close her eyes Rainie went down the stairs and into the small kitchen and warmed some milk. As she’d expected her Grandfather came down shortly afterwards and sat down at the table.
“Toby thinks you’ve had a black out”. Never one for diplomacy George went right to the crux of the matter. Gran wouldn’t think anything strange, but a girl stepping out of an egg?
“I don’t think I had a black out”, which was true. George looked at her and took her notebook out of her pocket.
“I found this outside earlier. It must have toppled out of the box you fetched.” Rainie felt her knees go weak. Her cheeks became hot. Of all the things to lose... George patted the seat next to him. Rainie sat down and stared at her milk. “These are beautiful drawings” Rainie looked up to see George watching her expectantly, questioningly. Rainie pursed her lips. George sighed. “When did you see her?” Rainie looked away thinking hard. Her? Did grandad know something or was he just guessing? Moments passed, George waited. The silence stretched until George finally said.
 “Here’s what I think happened.” Rainie didn’t dare look at her grandfather.
“You went into the woods and saw a beautifully decorated green egg…”
 “Teal” interrupted Rainie, giving herself away. “Sorry, carry on” she said.
“Why don’t you carry on.” said George gently, although his worst fears had just been confirmed. Rainie breathed in deeply, stood up and checked to make sure Toby wasn’t eavesdropping. Then she told George what had happened in the woods earlier and her wondering who the girl was and how she knew her name.
“She called me Eliza grandad” Rainie whispered “No one calls me Eliza anymore.”

George got up and boiled the kettle. He took his time making tea and didn’t speak a word. Rainie could tell however, that George was thinking hard. Reflecting on what to say and how to say it. George was indeed doing just that. Rainie was too old to be just told what to do, she would probably do the exact opposite. George decided to quench her curiosity a little, hoping she would quickly lose interest.  
“Her name is Dheera” Rainie gulped and nearly knocked over her milk. George had turned her back on her, walked to the book case and retrieved an old notebook tucked away conveniently behind some paperbacks on the top shelf. “I believe this is your very first sketchbook. You asked me to hide it for you when I moved here.”
“But I must have been four”. George nodded. “Have a look inside”. He said encouragingly.
Rainie stared at George, then looked at the book. She had no recollection of ever having owned it. She caressed the cover and picked it up. Smelling the old paper. Although the writing inside was little more than undecipherable marks, they were very clear. The pictures were good. A lot better than she would have expected of her four-year-old self. The egg was there, it was broken in several pieces on the opposite page. The colour was strikingly close to the real thing. It must have taken her ages to find the exact right shade. Rainie turned the page. There was a picture of a manga girl pasted on it. She had coloured the hair blue, not bluebell blue, more of a corn blue. Rainie wondered if it was the same girl. Without prompting George spoke.
“I stayed with you and your parents after Rose had passed away. I remember you talking about her and describing her. You were extremely frustrated that you couldn’t draw her properly. Then one afternoon we were watching TV and you pointed at it and said ‘That’s Dheera, but with blue hair’. I bought you a manga and you cut out that picture and coloured it. When your parents saw it they assumed she was your imaginary friend.”

Rainie smiled. A memory surfaced. She was in the kitchen with her mum. Her mum had asked for lots of details and Rainie had happily obliged her. She couldn’t remember what she had said, but she did recall her mum’s serious interested face, writing down every word Rainie told her and giving her the most beautiful smile. Mum said she would use her descriptions in her new book. Rainie had felt incredibly proud to have helped her mum write a book.  Though come to think of it, it hadn’t actually made the final draft of any book her mother had written.

“I never believed she was imaginary.” George said while getting up. He took a risk and said: “She caused a lot of trouble. I want you to stay away from her.” He didn’t dare wait for Rainie’s reaction and quickly headed up the stairs. Rainie was left wondering what trouble, but knew it would be useless asking George about it now. She flicked through her old sketchbook and smiled. Really not bad drawing for a four-year old, maybe she was indeed talented enough to pursue this.

Dheera had heard it all. Anger was boiling inside her and she had to use all of her self-control not to take the roof off the building. Not realising the depth of her anger the grey squirrel flippantly remarked: “I hope you have a plan B”. He was rewarded with a fling shot flight going across to the other side of the garden.

2 November 2016

Chapter 1

Monday afternoon

And so it begins…. Rainie had felt out of sorts all day. Hormones mum would say. She didn’t like hormones, they changed everything. Her body, her mood, her friends. I never asked to grow up, Rainie thought, feeling very sorry for herself. She was grumpy and miserable one moment and cheerful and happy the next these days and she didn’t like it. She felt annoyed most of the time. She wanted kind words to come out of her mouth instead of sneers, but she just couldn’t seem to stop herself. She kicked a few branches, but instead of arching through the air, they just broke. Typical. The worst thing was the rows. Toby had had a huge row with mum yesterday, before her parents had left to go to Wales for the week where mum was invited to do a talk at the Hay Festival. Dad had accepted on her behalf, despite knowing mum had a book deadline in three months’ time. The Festival was very important for her parents. Mum always sold lots of books and loved meeting fans. Dad had a lot of clients to ‘sell’. Both her parents had been just too preoccupied to care about anything except work until Toby had come home with a bad report. Mum hadn’t blamed hormones for that and instead erupted. A lot of words were yelled and doors had been slammed. Even dad had flipped. Their house was such joy to live in these days. Rainie wished she could go back in time and be an eight-year-old again. After school Rainie had gone home to fetch a few things before going to George, her Grandfather, where she and Toby were staying this week. Instead of going home, however, Rainie had walked into the woods to let off steam. She did a handstand leaning her feet against a tree trunk. The world looked better upside down. She listened carefully. There didn’t seem to be any dog walkers or ramblers nearby. She got back on her feet and did a few cartwheels consecutively. She felt a lot better already.

The girl had stepped out of an egg. A teal egg. Despite the imminent dusk making the woods a little dark to see it all clearly Rainie was certain. The egg had been intrinsically decorated. She had been mid cartwheel, on her hands, when she had first glimpsed it. The teal colour had attracted her attention. It had just been off amidst the greens and browns of the woods. She had walked a few steps in the direction of the egg before deciding it might be better to keep her distance. She had been about five meters away. Close enough to see the egg was bigger than your average ostrich egg with stunning curly patterns in different shades of blue and green. Although nothing seemed to happen she kept her distance, something inside her warned her not to get too close.  A sound made Rainie look up. On a branch sat a grey squirrel. Watching her interestingly. Squirrels were nothing unusual in these woods and so Rainie’s attention went back to the strange egg. Rainie wondered if someone had lost it and if so how could they not have noticed dropping a big, beautiful egg like that. Just as she was deliberating stepping closer the squirrel rushed down the tree, climbed on top of the egg and sniffed it. Rainie laughed, which scared the squirrel away. Suddenly, the egg had opened, not cracked, not like a lid being lifted, just opened.  She couldn’t explain it, but then again the sudden rush of fear had had a paralysing effect on her mind.

“Hello Eliza” the girl had said, before turning to face her. Large moss green eyes were looking at Rainie. It felt like they were penetrating the deepest secrets of her soul. The woods were dead quiet. Rainie was certain of it. Like her it seemed to be holding its breath. Unnerved, Rainie watched the girl approach her slowly. She opened her mouth to ask how the girl knew her name but no sound came out. She was beautiful. Her hair was longer and thicker than Rainie had ever seen on a girl and would have blended in perfectly with the bluebells carpeting the forest floor a few weeks ago. The girl’s face was a pale brown and slightly too round, her nose and mouth slightly too small, though her eyes seemed slightly too large. As if she had just stepped off the pages from a manga instead out of an egg.

“Hello Eliza. We meet again.” The girl had drawn level with her and Rainie noticed they were the exact same height. Her voice had been kind, a whisper, as if speaking did not come naturally. The girl moved as if to touch Rainie’s cheek and Rainie took a step back instinctively, crunching a branch underneath. It broke the spell and the woods came alive. A roar of noise hit Rainie. Leaves fluttering, rustling, animals scuttling, calling, branches creaking. Her brain sprung back into gear. Panic flooded her body. Not taking her eyes of the bemused looking girl Rainie took another step back, turned and ran home as fast as she could.
She slammed the door shut and took a few moments to catch her breath. Who was she? How did she know her name? Meet again? Eyes roving the kitchen, taking in the view of the small and crowded counter, the round wooden table and colourful plastic chairs, the painted white floorboards. A solidity returned to her body, but he brains remained foggy. She shook her head. Her nose taking in the familiar, comforting smell of home, clearing her mind and returning it to a state of calm. The house was still. No one home, yet.  Rainie locked the door, drew the curtains in all the rooms and walked up the stairs to her small attic room. She rolled down the blind before switching on the light.  She sat down at her desk and turned on her laptop. Google had always provided the answers to all her questions. From simple homework assignments to unravelling the mysterious appearance of armpit hair. She sighed and closed the screen. “Think Rainie, think!” You couldn’t possibly google ‘who is the girl from the egg’, now could you? No one had called her Eliza in a long time, only few people knew her by that name. The girl had to be connected to one of them. Rainie took a new notebook from the shelf above the desk, skipped the first page and wrote on the next people who know Eliza and underlined it. Next she wrote the names of her parents and older brother Toby. She quickly rubbed his name out again. He’d probably forgotten it. Grandpa Sam was written next on the list followed by Mrs. Tamaro and then Rainie sat back chewing her pencil.  She turned a page and wrote down the questions that were bugging her.
Who is the girl from the egg?
How does she know my name?
Where / when did we meet before?
It was always disappointing, Rainie thought, to discover that writing down your worries didn’t seem to solve them. With a sigh she flicked back to the first page and started sketching the girl and the egg opposite her list. Her name wasn’t really a secret now was it, probably lots of people knew it; it was just that everyone had always called her Rainie. Eliza felt alien to her ears and to her being. After an hour Rainie’s tummy started to rumble. Not having heard anyone return home, Rainie decided to cook dinner. Everyone would be surprised. By the time she had set the table Toby had come home. Rainie thought he was acting a bit odd but then again she was still feeling a little out of sorts. 

“Knew I’d find you here” he said kindly.
“What do you mean?” Rainie asked suspiciously. Where else would she be, she thought
“You were supposed to be back hours ago.” Rainie could hear the concern in his voice. Had she forgotten something? With a pang she remembered she was only supposed to go home after school to fetch her note books and pillow. The fog seemed to clear. Instead of going home she had gone into the woods because she was upset about mum and dad being away and having had a bad day at school. She loved being amongst the quiet trees, listening to all the little sounds, reflecting on the day. Admonishing herself, she was usually so in control, she briskly said: “Well, you’re here now and dinner’s ready. We might as well eat it before going to grandpa’s.” She looked at her brother’s worried face and tried to placate him. “It’s all canned food. Your favourite.” She smiled an exaggerated TV hostess smile, waved her arm across the table and sat down. She picked up her cutlery and looked at her younger brother expectantly, then at the chair opposite. Toby took the hint and sat down. He looked at Rainie, a smile emerging on his face, he shook his head and started eating.  Rainie considered telling her brother about the girl and the egg. It seemed too weird. A feeling of foreboding crept up on her and she pushed it away quickly. She suddenly remembered her parents were at the Hay Festival all week. How could she have forgotten something so important? She looked at Toby, his worried eyes seeking reassurance from her. She felt awkward and tried to form a simple question to start a conversation with him. Toby was doing the same thing. They were like fish, gasping for air, opening and closing their mouth without a sound coming out. Then almost simultaneously they spoke.  “What have you been up to today?” Toby asked, while Rainie wondered out loud: “Did mum leave a note?” Toby sighed and put his hand on hers. “Let’s not talk about mum now, okay?” Confused, Rainie thought mum always leaves notes, for every day she would be gone. It was a tradition no matter how long or short their journeys were. Rainie remembered the argument she’d had with Toby. Him arguing that they were far too old for those silly notes, mum being quite upset that her efforts and show of love were no longer appreciated. Rainie pretended all was well. Mentioning mum had clearly upset her brother and she told Toby about her afternoon, her record breaking attempts at walking on her hands and sketching in her room, keeping the conversation light and leaving out the girl and the egg.

After they’d cleared the table and washed the dishes the ease with which Toby and Rainie talked had returned and she’s learnt that Toby had helped Grandpa George in the garden. Weeding the vegetable plots and trimming the grass with the ride on mower. Rainie could sense his pride. She quickly collected her things and they left for Sunnyside. Although her slightly eccentric grandfather had loved the house, he despised the name and for the past ten years had been unsuccessful in getting it changed. Much to George’s chagrin Rainie never failed to call for a celebration each time George received a letter turning down her request. She felt the name suited any place where Grandpa lived. Grandpa George was dad’s father. He had grown up here, but his parents decided to move to the city after his sister’s disappearance. According to dad, grandpa had loved the move to the city. He enjoyed the hustle and bustle, the people around, all the shops within reach. He was a real cityman and loved traveling. He would often go on trips around the world, visiting the many friends he had made on his travels. Rainie had once overheard grandma Rose say to grandad he wouldn’t know what Ruth would look like so it was foolish to keep looking for her. At the time she had asked mum if Ruth was a dog and why grandad was still looking for her, as she had never seen him with a dog. Her dad felt he had disappointed his father when it turned out he preferred long walks in the country side to touring big cities. Apparently George had even tried to stop her parents from buying their house, on the edge of the woods, close to where grandad grew up. They thought he’d be pleased by the nostalgic gesture, but had clearly underestimated how deep the loss of his sister was still affecting him. Grandma Rose had kept him more or less around and made sure there were frequent visits to the countryside. When grandma Rose died ten years ago, dad had expected George to up sticks and move somewhere exotic, out of their lives and burying himself in charity work. He did indeed up sticks and moved two miles down the road instead. Surprising everyone by saying it was his job to look after his grandchildren. Rainie knew mum and dad suspected George had ulterior motives, but never spoke of it. 

“She was drawing you” the grey squirrel said, after climbing down from a tree and running back towards the egg.
“I know” Dheera said self-assured. Despite remaining at a fair distance, she could sense what Eliza was feeling and doing. The meeting hadn’t exactly gone to plan. The girl had been taller than expected and more resolute in her actions. But she was here now and would stay here for the foreseeable future.  “Is Kiera still around?” The squirrel looked up and appeared to nod. Dheera stood up, brushed a few dead leaves off her dress and walked south.  

Toby’s bike was parked next to the shed, Rainie put a box of books on the panier rack and her pillow in the basket of her own bicycle. They set off ringing their bells loudly as was their habit. George swore she could hear them and it would signal to her it was time to put the kettle on.  Rainie had never known George not to have a freshly brewed cup ready for them by the time they arrived. The path was too narrow to cycle next to one another, so she followed her brother’s trail. She had to concentrate hard to keep up with her brother in the dark on the uneven path, which helped to block out any thoughts about the girl and her parents. Toby looked back periodically, checking she was still following her. They arrived at Sunnyside five minutes later and George pretended not to have been worried in the slightest when he welcomed them and ushered them in. However, Rainie could hear the sigh of relief after he’d locked the door behind them. Toby had brought in her box and pillow and made his way upstairs to her room. Grandpa George gave her a big hug. “Next time you plan on going home for a while, just let me know okay.” Rainie returned the hug and kissed George on his cheek and smiled, earning herself a pinched nose.
“Something’s bothering you.” George stepped back to have a better look at her, still clasping Rainie’s arms. It was a statement, plain and simple and needed an answer.
 “Hmm” Rainie nodded. You couldn’t keep a secret from George. “Can we talk about it later?” Rainie asked, knowing full well that her grandfather wouldn’t let it rest. Gesturing for Rainie to go upstairs he said: “Go see if Toby is not messing your things up and sent him down will you?” No need to ask twice. Rainie winked and went up, feeling much better already just being near her grandfather.

George had felt uneasy all day. When he had stepped out into his back garden early in the morning he noticed the woods had been quiet. No birds had been singing and he had only heard a few young ones chirping for food. When he had walked into the woods later in the day he noticed the squirrels hiding quietly in the trees, instead of darting around, jumping from branch to branch. He had feared then that something he fought hard against many years ago was about to rear its ugly head again. When Rainie didn’t come home on time he had become nervous and had send Toby out to look for her without sounding overly worried. He had told herself the girl was probably just sketching up in her room at her house, which wouldn’t have worried George at all on any other day. But looking at Rainie upon her return seemed to confirm his suspicions. Something had happened. He just hoped it wasn’t too late to stop it. 

Rainie and Toby had had many sleepovers at Sunnyside. Their parents often had to travel far and wide, researching, writing and promoting their books. Rainie felt just as much at home here as in her own house, but preferred her room here. It had straight walls going up to a proper ceiling for a start so felt much bigger than her attic room. Unlike at home she had been allowed to paint the walls any colour she liked, anytime she liked. At the moment they were a pale, old English green and white. Rainie’s mind flashed back to the girl from the egg. Her eyes had been green. Proper green. Having a feeling someone was watching her she drew the curtain and lay on her bed.

“Eliza…”

The girl from the egg stood in her room. Somewhere far away there was a knock on the door. Rainie tried to open it but couldn’t. She tried to run to the back door but just couldn’t seem to move. Then there was a crash, a beautiful teal egg had fallen through the roof and landed on her bed. Her parents were dead. How could she have forgotten?

With a start Rainie woke up. Cold sweat broke out. The girl had been here. Rainie looked around. No trace. The fog had lifted and she had remembered. No wonder Toby had looked worried when he’d found her. Rainie stood up, straightened the duvet and quietly left her room. On the landing she overheard Toby talking to George. She took a few steps down the stairs.

“It was almost as if she’s blacked out, you know like when she was little. She didn’t even remember mum and dad weren’t home.” Rainie stood quietly, holding her breath. She felt angry towards her brother. Who did he think he was tattling to George. “She shouldn’t be left alone”. It took all of her willpower not to run down the stairs and punch him. Why did he feel the need to play dad when their parents were away, but ignore her existence completely when they were around? If only they knew what was bothering her. Better not, Rainie thought, they’d probably force her to see a doctor. She heard George move about and quickly took a few steps back up the stairs. “Don’t worry about her Toby. She’ll be fine. Now what I’d like to know is: have you spoken to your mother yet?” Rainie didn’t fail to notice the sharp tone and deemed it safe to go further down stairs and into the room. She saw George giving Toby a look. Toby shrugged his shoulders. “Right, get your coats on you two.” George said, then turning towards Rainie. “Let’s check in with your parents.” Of all the eccentricities her Grandfather had, not owning or even allowing a phone in her house topped it all.

Dheera watched them leave the house. The grey squirrel perched on her shoulder. She wasn’t pleased with herself. She had found a way in. But Eliza’s brain was full of barriers and she would have to break many too get to the core. It would leave them both vulnerable. She’d have to find a better way.

NaNoWriMo

I have taken up the NaNoWriMo challenge this year and will post first drafts of my efforts here. I usually reread, rewrite constantly, so by all means these chapters are not finished and will be added to and rewritten throughout the challenge. The nature of blogs being as they are I have decided it is easier (read less time consuming - I have 1600+ words to write every day!) to just post the rough versions of each chapter for now, so buddies and anyone stumbling across this can leave feedback. The chapters will obviously be in reverse order, so if you drop in a bit later into the month, make sure the scroll all the way down to chapter 1. Happy reading.