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Authors: Eleanor Hawken
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what you think of me. You or your stupid, stalker nephew. Donât speak to me ever again!â
I stormed out of the kitchen, trying desperately not to cry. Why couldnât Nell just keep her big mouth shut? Was I that transparent? Was it that obvious that I was walking around with a grey storm cloud over my head? I raced up the staircase to my bedroom on the second floor and slammed the door behind me. I collapsed onto the bed and sobbed into my pillow. I didnât want to feel like this. And I didnât want other people to notice how I was feeling. For the first time in my life I wished I was invisible, I wished I could just disappear and no one would care where I was or what had happened.
I cried and rocked myself to sleep, falling asleep on my bed without changing or showering.
When I woke it was pitch dark outside and the air was crackling with thunder. It must have been the middle of the night. No one had come in to wake me for dinner, no one had come to check that I was okay. Suddenly I regretted my wish to feel invisible; all I wanted was for someone to care.
My bedroom window swung on its hinges and specks of rain spattered through the open window. I pulled myself up and walked over, reached out for the window latch and before I knew it I was looking down towards the river. I felt my heart thud as the memory of the girl running to the river bank surged up within me. But this time there was nothing to see. No boat, no girl. Just the sloshing rain hitting the swollen river. I closed the window and drew the curtains. I pulled the hair band from my red hair, scrunched the edges of the curtains together and tied them into a knot with the hair band so they couldnât be pulled open easily.
The travel clock on my bedside table said one a.m. The rest of the house would be sleeping, but I felt horribly awake. Iâd heard a lot about writers who do their best work in the middle of the night, and I wondered if it would be the same for me. I walked over to the small desk in my room and sat down. I began to look about for my notepad when I realised I must have left it on the shelf by the kitchen sink when I was last downstairs. After arguing with Nell, picking up my notepad had slipped my mind.
Still in my clothes from the day before, I left my bedroom and went out onto the dark landing. The only light came from the waning moon glittering through the central skylight above. Rain pattered down on the glass, the droplets looking like diamonds in the moonlight. As I slowly descended the grand staircase lightning flashed through the skylight overhead, illuminating the suit of armour standing guard at the foot of the stairs. As I reached the great hall I saw that there was a light on in the library, and I could hear the drunken and muted chatter of a few of the party guests â whoâd obviously stayed up drinking into the night â coming from behind the closed library door. The dim glow escaping the library was enough to light the way for me as I went through the grand entrance hall and towards the kitchen at the back of the house.
The back corridor was cloaked in blackness. I made my way into the kitchen in the darkness and quickly reached for the light as soon as I was in there. The place was pristine; Nell, Katie and Aunt Meredith had done an impeccable job of clearing up before theyâd retired for the night. I walked over to the sink and looked up at the shelf where I was certain Iâd left my notepad. I still couldnât see it. I quickly checked the other shelves, the spotless surfaces, the kitchen table â it was nowhere to be seen. I did a second sweep of the room, of the shelves and surfaces, and it wasnât there. There were no piles of clothes, papers or magazines that it could have been tidied away into. I swore under my breath and promised to really make a point of complaining to Nell and Aunt Meredith for touching my stuff. Annoyed, I turned out the light and made my way
I stormed out of the kitchen, trying desperately not to cry. Why couldnât Nell just keep her big mouth shut? Was I that transparent? Was it that obvious that I was walking around with a grey storm cloud over my head? I raced up the staircase to my bedroom on the second floor and slammed the door behind me. I collapsed onto the bed and sobbed into my pillow. I didnât want to feel like this. And I didnât want other people to notice how I was feeling. For the first time in my life I wished I was invisible, I wished I could just disappear and no one would care where I was or what had happened.
I cried and rocked myself to sleep, falling asleep on my bed without changing or showering.
When I woke it was pitch dark outside and the air was crackling with thunder. It must have been the middle of the night. No one had come in to wake me for dinner, no one had come to check that I was okay. Suddenly I regretted my wish to feel invisible; all I wanted was for someone to care.
My bedroom window swung on its hinges and specks of rain spattered through the open window. I pulled myself up and walked over, reached out for the window latch and before I knew it I was looking down towards the river. I felt my heart thud as the memory of the girl running to the river bank surged up within me. But this time there was nothing to see. No boat, no girl. Just the sloshing rain hitting the swollen river. I closed the window and drew the curtains. I pulled the hair band from my red hair, scrunched the edges of the curtains together and tied them into a knot with the hair band so they couldnât be pulled open easily.
The travel clock on my bedside table said one a.m. The rest of the house would be sleeping, but I felt horribly awake. Iâd heard a lot about writers who do their best work in the middle of the night, and I wondered if it would be the same for me. I walked over to the small desk in my room and sat down. I began to look about for my notepad when I realised I must have left it on the shelf by the kitchen sink when I was last downstairs. After arguing with Nell, picking up my notepad had slipped my mind.
Still in my clothes from the day before, I left my bedroom and went out onto the dark landing. The only light came from the waning moon glittering through the central skylight above. Rain pattered down on the glass, the droplets looking like diamonds in the moonlight. As I slowly descended the grand staircase lightning flashed through the skylight overhead, illuminating the suit of armour standing guard at the foot of the stairs. As I reached the great hall I saw that there was a light on in the library, and I could hear the drunken and muted chatter of a few of the party guests â whoâd obviously stayed up drinking into the night â coming from behind the closed library door. The dim glow escaping the library was enough to light the way for me as I went through the grand entrance hall and towards the kitchen at the back of the house.
The back corridor was cloaked in blackness. I made my way into the kitchen in the darkness and quickly reached for the light as soon as I was in there. The place was pristine; Nell, Katie and Aunt Meredith had done an impeccable job of clearing up before theyâd retired for the night. I walked over to the sink and looked up at the shelf where I was certain Iâd left my notepad. I still couldnât see it. I quickly checked the other shelves, the spotless surfaces, the kitchen table â it was nowhere to be seen. I did a second sweep of the room, of the shelves and surfaces, and it wasnât there. There were no piles of clothes, papers or magazines that it could have been tidied away into. I swore under my breath and promised to really make a point of complaining to Nell and Aunt Meredith for touching my stuff. Annoyed, I turned out the light and made my way
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