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So yeah, here's the second chapter of 'The Myth Project'
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Chapter 2
I walked back to the form room and spent the rest of the day in a daze. Now I was over my anger and shock at Marcie's accusal, I wondered about the strange wind in Mrs Richards’ office earlier. What had that been all about?
Sam tried to get me to talk to her. I just told her about the cheating, but not about the strange wind and the floating objects. For some reason I didn’t want to tell her – I felt like I should keep it to myself.
I walked home on my own too, lost in my own thoughts. When I let myself into the house and I could hear my family clattering around in the kitchen.
“Hi Rachel,” my step-mum Sarah called out from inside the kitchen and I walked through. She was standing at the sink washing up baking utensils, her face covered in flour. My half brother and sister Daniel and Lily were sitting on the floor, a mixing bowl between them and a spoon in their hands. They both had chocolate mixture all the way up to their ears and smiled sticky grins.
Daniel was almost eight years old and Lily was four. Both shared their mother’s blonde hair and sparkly blue eyes. Sarah turned and gave me a hug, her hands still wet.
“How was school today?” she asked, drying her hands on a tea towel. I sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and smiled gratefully when she handed me a mug of tea. Lily ran up and climbed on my lap. Pulling her close, I wrapped my arms around her and pressed my nose into her hair that always seemed to smell of strawberries. I bounced her on my knee and she giggled.
“Alright I guess; quite busy, but manageable.” Although I do love Sarah, I’d never been massively close to her, so I didn’t feel ready to admit the incident at lunch straight away. Sarah had always been kind and welcoming to me right from the start but I’d always felt a bit distant from her because she wasn’t my real Mum. It was worse when Daniel and then Lily were born – my father had moved on from the death of my mother and he had made a new family. I felt like I was intruding sometimes.
But I was still close to my Dad – we told each other everything, even when I was little. I told him if I had a reward or argument at school and he was honest by telling me the financial situations and how his work was going, even when I was six and didn’t understand. Sarah used to try and stop him because she thought it would make me grow up to fast. But Dad told me anyway and I liked that, even if I worried sometimes. I loved fact that we shared everything with each other.
“Look! Mummy, Dan-ny and me made fairy cakes!” Lily pulled at my sleeve and I got up to peer at their creations in the oven.
“They’re great sweetie – you’re very clever.” I kissed the top of her head and she slipped her hand into mine, her eyes wide and trusting.
“Did you have fun making cakes Daniel?” I asked him, ruffling his hair and he nodded. He had chocolate mixture all around his mouth in a sticky grin.
“I didn’t make them, but I got to lick the bowl!” He held up his spoon triumphantly and I laughed.
“Good, good.” I made my way upstairs to my room to do my homework.
Slipping my bag off my shoulder, I dumped it on the floor and collapsed onto my bed. My head was full of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Fear, worry and some happiness. Peace of mind was far away.
Knowing I had lots of work to do, I sat back up again and went to my laptop to start absentmindedly working through some maths exercises.
My laptop bleeped and my MSN page came up. Aaron and Sam were already on and waiting.
@aaronrulz says: Yo Rachel. Wot’s up?
@goldylocks says: Shuddup Aaron, you sound like a gangster.
I smiled and started typing.
@rachey-ru says: Heya guys. Aaron, what time do you want me at ur place on sat?
@aaronrulz says: 8.30 sharp plz. My dad’s gonna take u both home – it will be quite l8 tho. That ok?
@goldylocks says: Same 4 me?
@aaronrulz says: Sure. Cya l8r guys, I got footy practise.
@rachey-ru says: Cool, c u guys tomoz. Bye.
I switched off my MSN and cracked on with my homework. But after a few minutes of doing a science paper I decided I really couldn’t concentrate and would catch up later.
I wandered back over to my bed and flopped onto my back. Grabbing a picture off my bedside table, I looked at it fondly.
The picture was of my Dad, my Mum and I when I was a baby. My parents were smiling and had their arms around each other with me sitting on my Mum’s hip. My mother looked beautiful and young with her long dark hair and wide brown eyes which sparkled with happiness. My Dad also looked young with a boyish haircut that fell over his eyes. My face was stern and I was staring hard at whoever was taking the picture.
The picture was taken in the summer. Our little bungalow in the background was in the country but I didn’t remember it at all – I had been too young. The sun was shining and the sky was a bright blue. The plants and grass looked a vivid green in the golden light.
A picture of happiness.
My mum died two years later of a rare cancer. There had been no history of the disease in my family previously and my mother had been perfectly healthy. ‘It was just one of those things...’ the doctors had said.
My world was plunged into darkness when she died. My father was completely heartbroken and went into a depression. But even through his dark misery, he still looked after me. We became closer than most other families and we looked out for each other; my Dad fulfilling my basic needs and telling me all about his work and friends. In return I tried to help him as much as a four year old could around the house. But when I was seven my Dad married again to a woman called Sarah. They met each other through work and quickly became close friends, then engaged. Within six months they were married and Sarah was pregnant with their first child.
It was all a bit of a shock for me. Sarah was lovely and although I couldn’t remember much about my real mother, I couldn’t imagine my Dad with anyone else.
The picture was one of the few that we had together. My parents had very little money when they married and could only just scrape together enough to buy our bungalow and some food.
I put the picture back on my bedside table and rolled off my bed to stand in the middle of the floor. Suddenly the doorbell rang and a grin spread over my face. It was my Dad – I knew it. I ran downstairs, yanked open the door and threw myself into his arms.
He laughed. “Hello pumpkin – how are you?” He hugged me tight and kissed the top of my head.
“Better now that you’re home.” My ear was pressed against his chest right over his heart and I could hear it beating loudly. I smiled.
“Hi darling.” I let my arms drop as my Dad went to greet Sarah.
“You’re home nice and early,” she smiled and tugged at his shirt. My Dad held her hand and kissed her gently.
I looked away, feeling like I was intruding. Even after all these years, it still felt strange when I saw them kiss – I could only picture him with my Mum.
The pile of letters and papers on the table by the door suddenly started rustling and moving around. All on their own. I stared at them in shock. No-one was touching them and there was no wind.
My Dad and Sarah stopped talking and also looked at the papers. Suddenly they stopped moving. Sarah looked a little freaked out but my Dad looked...terrified.
I stared at him and he met my eye. The scale of fear in his eyes made my heart race with panic. He tried to cover it up by smiling at me, but it came out as a grimace.
“Well that was weird,” Sarah laughed nervously, but my Dad just smiled tightly in response and didn’t say anything and walked into the kitchen.
My heart pounded. What was happening? Why was all this strange stuff going on? Twice in one day papers and other objects had started moving and floating around all on their own.
I felt very confused and worried. Dad had looked terrified. I mean – some papers had just moved a little when no-one was touching them. But it wasn’t that strange...
Was it?