joyous, awe-inspiring music to choose from? A history of harmonies.
Music was fourteen-year-old Amyâs world and even though she didnât have a huge amount of friends, even though she didnât have tastes that everyone agreed with and even though she didnât always get it right in French at school, or in any lesson for that matter, she would show them all.
Amy lay back on her bed and listened to her eighties CD. The Bros tune âWhen Will I Be Famous?â came on. Apparently they were like a UK Backstreet Boys back in the day. Great tune. She shut her eyes and imagined herself dancing along to the energising beat.
What was it Mr Hawker had said to her earlier? That sheâd never amount to anything. He could shove his French cuisine where le soleil didnât shine. She promised herself that the one thing he would be eating in the not too distant future would not be a plate of snails or a portion of frogsâ legs, it would be his own words. As would everybody.
9
Now, 2015
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S taring out the train window as it pulled into Manchesterâs Piccadilly Station Amy felt a canvas of sadness envelop her. She knew it would. It was her first time back since sheâd lost Riley and Laura and everything reminded her of them. Things theyâd seen. Places theyâd been. Moments theyâd shared. Bittersweet tears, a fusion of happy laughter-filled memories and sadness about moments never to be repeated.
As Amy descended from the train, her suitcase bumping down the stairs as she pulled it behind her, she took a deep breath and felt the frostiness of the November air hit her face. It stung slightly and parking her case to one side for a few moments she adjusted her scarf and hat, pulling it into place to cover as much exposed skin as possible. The air was biting, a wind blowing down the platform causing the fringed ends of her scarf to ripple in the breeze. It was a Liska scarf that Laura had given her for her last but one birthday. She adored it and just the feel of its fleeciness reminded her of Laura. It comforted her and was one of the few good things about the onslaught of winter; it gave her the chance to wear it again. It was one of her few designer items that she had not attempted to sell in order to pay her rent.
The iciness of the air was a complete contrast to the large blazing globe of deep-orange sunshine that shone out from a poster across the platform from Amy. It advertised a local travel company that specialised in âwild and wonderfulâ holidays. Immediately it transported her back. How many years was it? Four? Five? It was the company that she and Riley had used to travel to South Africa with, on one of their glorious holidays together as man and wife.
Just seeing the poster brought it all back. Safari Vacations, for those who like to walk on the wild side â¦
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T hen , 2011
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â S o on behalf of Safari Vacations, may we welcome you to Inverdoorne, one of South Africaâs most popular game reserves and a place where today on safari you will be able to see the big five, thatâs if theyâre playing ball of course. If we know one thing about animals, itâs that they do what they want when they want.â
âWhatâs the big five?â whispered Amy to Riley, her hand in his as they stood listening to the guide currently filling them in about what the day ahead held for them.
âAccording to the website itâs the five animals that were originally said to be the most challenging to hunt in Africa but have now become the most sought after creatures to see on safari. Thereâs the lion, elephant, buffalo, rhino and â¦â He paused, obviously trying to recollect the fifth which seemed to be escaping him.
âIâll take you as the fifth, especially looking so hot in those shorts,â grinned Amy. âYou suit the camouflage look and you certainly bring out the animal in me, Riley Hart.â She moved her
Music was fourteen-year-old Amyâs world and even though she didnât have a huge amount of friends, even though she didnât have tastes that everyone agreed with and even though she didnât always get it right in French at school, or in any lesson for that matter, she would show them all.
Amy lay back on her bed and listened to her eighties CD. The Bros tune âWhen Will I Be Famous?â came on. Apparently they were like a UK Backstreet Boys back in the day. Great tune. She shut her eyes and imagined herself dancing along to the energising beat.
What was it Mr Hawker had said to her earlier? That sheâd never amount to anything. He could shove his French cuisine where le soleil didnât shine. She promised herself that the one thing he would be eating in the not too distant future would not be a plate of snails or a portion of frogsâ legs, it would be his own words. As would everybody.
9
Now, 2015
----
S taring out the train window as it pulled into Manchesterâs Piccadilly Station Amy felt a canvas of sadness envelop her. She knew it would. It was her first time back since sheâd lost Riley and Laura and everything reminded her of them. Things theyâd seen. Places theyâd been. Moments theyâd shared. Bittersweet tears, a fusion of happy laughter-filled memories and sadness about moments never to be repeated.
As Amy descended from the train, her suitcase bumping down the stairs as she pulled it behind her, she took a deep breath and felt the frostiness of the November air hit her face. It stung slightly and parking her case to one side for a few moments she adjusted her scarf and hat, pulling it into place to cover as much exposed skin as possible. The air was biting, a wind blowing down the platform causing the fringed ends of her scarf to ripple in the breeze. It was a Liska scarf that Laura had given her for her last but one birthday. She adored it and just the feel of its fleeciness reminded her of Laura. It comforted her and was one of the few good things about the onslaught of winter; it gave her the chance to wear it again. It was one of her few designer items that she had not attempted to sell in order to pay her rent.
The iciness of the air was a complete contrast to the large blazing globe of deep-orange sunshine that shone out from a poster across the platform from Amy. It advertised a local travel company that specialised in âwild and wonderfulâ holidays. Immediately it transported her back. How many years was it? Four? Five? It was the company that she and Riley had used to travel to South Africa with, on one of their glorious holidays together as man and wife.
Just seeing the poster brought it all back. Safari Vacations, for those who like to walk on the wild side â¦
----
T hen , 2011
----
â S o on behalf of Safari Vacations, may we welcome you to Inverdoorne, one of South Africaâs most popular game reserves and a place where today on safari you will be able to see the big five, thatâs if theyâre playing ball of course. If we know one thing about animals, itâs that they do what they want when they want.â
âWhatâs the big five?â whispered Amy to Riley, her hand in his as they stood listening to the guide currently filling them in about what the day ahead held for them.
âAccording to the website itâs the five animals that were originally said to be the most challenging to hunt in Africa but have now become the most sought after creatures to see on safari. Thereâs the lion, elephant, buffalo, rhino and â¦â He paused, obviously trying to recollect the fifth which seemed to be escaping him.
âIâll take you as the fifth, especially looking so hot in those shorts,â grinned Amy. âYou suit the camouflage look and you certainly bring out the animal in me, Riley Hart.â She moved her
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