Charlie Gyid, Anysia Eaton [books you need to read TXT] 📗
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- Author: Anysia Eaton
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PROLOGUE
“Ashalam haska Magnit hella tisku ma ninna, turanto maleska”
A shout from a small girl echoed around the bustling train station. A spark of green is all it took for every pair of eyes in the room to focus on the now moving train tracks, that were now bending further and further into a circle.
A ringing sounded out. A train was approaching.
The bending train tracks had been fully bent now into a large circle. The ground inside it started swirling. All the colour in the swirling mass of ground started to fade away, becoming a blank white. It shone brightly lighting the entire station in a ball of white light.
The small girl was watching eagerly at the edge. Waiting.
A hand appeared from the ball of white. Then an arm. Half a body and a leg. A face – twisted in fury. Another leg and arm. And finally the second hand. A woman now stood above the swirling mass of bright, white light. She stood tall with long dark hair. Her black robes, in which she was dressed, were old and tatty, but it wasn’t that that everybody was focusing on. Everybody was staring right into her eyes – her pitch black eyes. Her eyes were not in the slightest normal, the whole eyes were a black colour, like those of a teddy bear.
The little girl was stood in amazement. She had a smile that reached from one ear to the other stuck on her face. She was almost a small replica of this mysterious woman that had just appeared. She too had long dark hair, and her eyes had now turned a pitch black, mimicking those of the woman. She looked no older than three years of age.
The sound of the approaching train stated to rattle around the room. The mysterious woman turned to face the oncoming train and chanted “Alecto malesta kelumb tocato mankata”
A bright green light blinded the entire room. And when it had gone, everything was normal. The train pulled up at the station. Some people got off and some people got on, but nobody had even a slightest hint on their face that something that could change the course of the entire world had just occurred.
CHAPTER ONE
CHARLIE BALLON
“Charlie? Charlie are you there? Earth to Charlie, are you there?”
“What?” I asked the beady eyes that were poked into my face.
“Come on Charlie, It’s your line. We only have ten minutes until the show, we need to go through the lines” the beady eyes replied. The beady eyes belong to none other than my bestest friend in the world – Alison. Alison had been my best friend since primary school. She looked nothing like what I did. She was pretty to start off with. She had long golden blond hair, with glistening blue eyes. She had the figure of a model but she never let anyone know about it.
“Oh right. Are you making fun of me Rizzo?” Me and Alison had the two of the female leads in our school’s version of Grease. I was Sandy and she was Rizzo.
I had never performed in a school show before and neither had Alison and the pair of us were shaking in our bones compared to the others like the girl playing Frenchy. She played the lead role in last year’s production of West side story. She was strutting around the place like she was the queen bee of the show, like she knew everything about everything.
“Girls, come on. We don’t have much time now. Time for a the last meeting” shouted our teacher.
We rushed to him along with the rest of the class.
“Right, five minutes and we go on. I just want to say that you have all worked really hard on this piece and I have had the best time working with you all and I hope that you all enjoyed working with me. So let’s show them what we can do. Let’s show them what talent this school has” he said.
It wasn’t much of a prep talk compared to his usual rants that could go on for hours, but it was enough to make the entire group shout and cheer.
Five minutes. Four minutes. Three minutes. Two minutes. One minute.
Queue the beginning song ‘Grease’.
The whole cast flooded on the stage, in character of course.
“Grease is the word. Is the word. That you heard. It got groove. It got meaning. Grease is the time. It’s the place. It’s the motion. Now Grease is the way we are feeling.” We sang.
The blood in my veins heated up as the beginning song came to a close and the time between now and my first line vanished. My nerves were rising. I felt like I was about to burst and scream.
“I’m going back to Australia” was my first line.
It was just me and Ricky – who was playing Danny Zuko – on the stage. The pupils of over a hundred pair of eyes were on me and Ricky. The perfect time to make a mistake.
...
“Tell me more, tell me more. But you don’t have to brag” sang the boys on the next number.
“Tell me more, tell me more. Cause he sounds like a drag” sang the girls.
...
I was glad to get off the stage in the interval. I loved the thrill of the show but my nerves where making me feel ill. I was starting to go a little light headed. I could feel each beat of the drum stick on my head. Once the curtains had dropped I rushed off to the girls’ toilet where I was able to be in peace. I stood in front of the mirror. My face had gone a pale white. I looked as well as I felt. How could my condition worsen within one half of the show? My knees were buckling, I was going to drop, I had to sit down. There was only a small stool in the room. I stumbled over to it, slowly, keeping a tight grip on the side. I literally fell on the stool. I could feel the room spinning around me. Blank.
“Charlie? Charlie? I know you are in there. We only have ten more minutes until the second half” I could hear Alison shouting into the girls’ toilet. “Charlie? Answer me. Charlie? Ok. I’m coming in”
I could hear the door open. A scream ringed out followed by a shout “Sir. Sir”
Her shouted faded. Peace.
“In here” I heard her again.
“Oh dear. Alison go and get Miss Lidetti, she’s on the front row and tell Charlotte to put on her Sandy gear.” Said our teacher. I could hear the worry in his voice.
“Yes sir.”
There was a scramble of feet. And then more scrambling of feet. More panicked voices. Alison had returned with Miss Lidetti, the school nurse.
“Oh, dear. Alison, do you know her family?” Miss Lidetti voice rang in my ear.
“Yes miss. Her father is in the audience” she replied.
“Go and fetch him. And be careful of your choice of words” Miss Lidetti instructed “Richard. Phone 999. There is little I can do.”
I heard no more than that. All of my senses had gone.
....
I woke to the concerned face of my father. I looked about. I was in a hospital ward.
“What happened?” I asked with what strength I had. I could hardly move I was so weak.
“You collapsed in the toilet during the interval” replied my father.
“What about the show?” I asked.
“Your understudy performed the rest of the show” he replied.
My heart sank. I hadn’t even managed to get through my first performance and even worse what will everybody say at school.
A nurse came over.
“Oh, you’re awake” she said in a sweet soft voice.
“Yes, can we leave now?” my father asked.
“I’m sorry sir, but we still don’t know what caused her to get so ill, and she is still ill. Her temperature is over the maximum for sending home.” The nurse replied.
“I know why she was ill. She has had a condition since she was little and the best thing for her is to go home and rest” my father said standing up to the nurse.
What condition was he on about? I knew nothing of a condition. Was he lying or did he forget to mention I had a condition? I didn’t get the answer, I dropped back to sleep.
The next time I woke, I didn’t have to open my eyes to know where I was. I could feel a leather fabric under my fingers. I was lay on a leather sofa. I was home. I flipped my eyes open to see the ceiling to my lounge. I looked about.
My father was nowhere to be seen. I tried to sit up. I just fell straight back down. Instead I tried sliding up the arm of the sofa. It worked. I was sat up. There was a loud bang up stairs.
“Dad?” I shouted.
There was a loud scuffling sound of somebody rushing down the stairs. My dad burst through the door. He looked tired and strained. He breathed a sigh of relief. His skin was pale and there was distinguishing rings under his eyes.
“Are you ok?” I asked him “You look terrible”
“Did you really just ask me if I was alright?” He asked back half laughing “it’s not me that’s sofa-bound”
“I know but you...” I started but he placed his forefinger on my lips to stop me.
“I’m fine. I’ve just been a bit pressed. Looking after an unconscious girl is no joke. I only just managed to get you out of that death trap of a hospital” he replied removing his hand.
“Did you lie to them about a condition?” I asked him accusingly.
“I didn’t lie” He replied “You do have a condition”
“What condition?” I asked him.
“I cannot possibly explain now. Rest. We’ll talk later.” He replied trying to lie me back down.
I could hear him breathe out in relief as he headed out of the room.
He never did explain later, even when I was well enough to go back to school. His secrecy bothered me, his behaviour was just getting stranger and stranger. He getting paranoid of something happening, so much so it was a relief to be out of the house. The first day back at school was odd though. Nobody seemed to remember what had happened, even Alison.
I had no idea that something had occurred that would change my life forever.
CHAPTER TWO
MALIETTA
A few months later, when I had decided dad was just going off his rocker, was when my life finally hit the dramatic stage that you would normally only find in fiction books.
Monday break. Alison and I were by our lockers, getting out the books ready for our next lesson, when the lights switched off, leaving us in almost pitch black. The sun had gone behind some clouds so only little streaks of light fluttered into the corridor in which we were stood. The whole corridor erupted in screams as the Gym doors flew open, letting a gale force wind sweep through the corridor. Alison and I quickly grabbed on to the first thing we could – The locker doors. Those who had been stood in the middle of the corridor and those who hadn’t been quick enough to grab something, where now flying down the corridor, doing spins and rolls as they went.
“Charlie? What’s happening?” I could hear Alison
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