The Killer Fire Page 5
Chapter
5
A new home
It was Sunday 16th of July. Stacey had just arrived from her journey all the way to Florida. It is their first meal together…
The Green family all gathered around the circular table, Stacey squashed on the end; clearly, she didn’t fit in. Uncle Jim was peacefully flourishing his top hat, before removing it from his bald head. Matthew was impatiently leaning back in his wooden chair, sighing whilst resting his feet on the table in a relaxed fashion. Even though Aunt Mary didn’t admit to her weakness, you could tell she was disgusted my Matthews behaviour, as was Stacey. Agitated, Stacey wrinkled her nose, willing to linger until Sunday roast was served. Matthew persisted to rest his feet on the oak table until Aunt Mary was boisterous enough to scold Matthew- the dreaded role. Suffering of humiliation, Matthew lowered his feet and diverted to sit in a more refined position. Opposite Matthew was Jack, who appeared reluctant to be there because (as far as Stacey knew) he could have been off with his wife. Beside Stacey was Tabitha, she sat up right like a dagger, although she frequently fidgeted; Stacey edged away.
Huffing and puffing, Aunt Mary hurriedly set the table.
Eventually, the Greens and the Brown were gathered ready to eat their scrumptious meal.
Stacey relished her meal, savouring the moist meat of the succulent chicken. She inhaled the gorgeous scent of potatoes as she licked her lips in delight.
Soon every body finished their food and Stacey decided it was time to go to bed.
Chapter 6
Sleeping and waking
Every day, Stacey went to sleep and woke up again in the morning to the musky scent of Aunt Mary’s house. The summer holidays passed quickly…
Before Stacey knew it, it was time to start school!
Because she was devastated that her parents were dead, Stacey decided she’d be bad at school; she wasn’t the same person without her parents. Stacey came up with the solution to match her uniform with 6 inch heels. The heels were built with kaleidoscopic combinations such as: coral, geranium, titian, saffron, aquamarine, cerulean and heliotrope. She was definite that she’d get in serious trouble for that!
For breakfast Stacey had a pineapple salad. The tangy, bittersweet aroma drifted underneath the roof of her mouth like a haven! Stacey really liked pineapple because of the sour twist to the sweet aftertaste.
After putting on her hideous uniform, Stacey was prepared for her first day at school, despite the nerves dotting about her stomach. Stacey was determined to make a bad impression, so she didn’t allow those nerves to defeat her.
Chapter 7
School for the bad
When Stacey had arrived at the concrete building (nicknamed a school) she almost darted away screaming just at the sight of it! What was happening? Stacey trudged forwards, across the uneven stones replacing a football pitch, purposely avoiding the gang of rowdy boys in black jumpers, a cigarette in each of their hands. Turning away from the tribe of riots, Stacey turned to see a gathering of girls in leather school skirts and the same style of shoes as her. Although they didn’t look the most welcoming, Stacey neared the crew. She hoped they could be friends. Stacey took deep breathes and applied a thick coat of lip gloss in preparation.
“Hi!” Stacey introduced herself.
“Who are you?” An attractive girl turned around to hiss. Just the sight of her made Stacey querulous when she said,
“I’m Stacey, I start here today, and I hoped I could hang out with you.” Stacey was stammering like a frightened sheep.
“You, want to hang out with us?” The gorgeous girl chuckled as she scrutinized Stacey with pity. “Where is your leather skirt, honey” She was sour and deadly and unwelcoming.
“Well, I don’t have one, sorry.” Stacey muttered.
“Did you hear that girls? This girl doesn’t even have a leather skirt!” The feisty girl complained to her group. “Do we really want a girl who is the odd one out, with no leather skirt?! Who votes for yes?” No body lifted their hands. “And those who think no?” All seven girls tilted their head and pouted with a cruel spark in their eyes. Stacey knew they wouldn’t be her new friends, they weren’t right. Instead, Stacey went over to a couple of cheerful girls. One had tanned, even skin and shoulder-length long hair; she was so good-looking. The other had more pale skin, although she was just as pretty. She had slightly shorter, wavier hair (but it was still straight) however her hair was brunette.
“Hi! I’m Stacey. Can we be friends?” Stacey suggested.
“No! We’re best friends!” The blonde one decided. The brunette girl didn’t look pleased.
Without further a due, Stacey continued on her hunt for a friend until she found someone. She looked alone and hurt. Stacey knew they were to be best friends.