Alison lay on her bed. She was so tired, yet her mind was very active tonight. It had been such a long, strange day; so much had happened.
Alison’s life usually dragged. She had no after school activities, the word activity would always send a cold shiver down her bones, as she preferred her own time for reading or listening to music, and not running around a field like a lunatic chasing a ball. The only enjoyment she had in her small world, was visiting her best friend Sarah, or vice versa.
Sarah was every inch a tomboy and was a girl who had bruises to show off in class, as she was always involved in some sort of scuffle in or out of school, and never cared if she got a thick lip or a black eye, as her opponent would always end up worse off. She was also the one who preferred sport. Football and hockey were her favourite games, but with her power and her bully ways, she was one that was feared by the opposite side if a tackle was needed, as a tackle from this girl was like being involved in a car crash — hard, fast and unforgettable.
She felt under her pillow, and took out the picture of the boy, running her long, delicate finger over his lips and stared at his eyes. She could now see they were blue, a very dark blue and his skin were of olive colour. It suited him — well, to Alison it did. She had always liked boys with a tan, rather than pale skin — she always called them sickly kids.
Alison stared at the photo, hypnotised by the beauty of the boy, until she could no longer keep her eyes open and slowly drifted off to sleep.
“Look at him,” giggled a blond-headed girl to another, as a young boy came walking towards the two girls who were sitting on the floor in a large bedroom, dressing their china dolls in beautiful miniature gowns, which were no different to the gowns, which the two girls were wearing.
He looked about ten, a bit older than the two girls he was approaching. He wore a white frilled shirt, navy blue, knee length breeches and freshly polished black boots, which looked far too clean to belong to any ordinary young boy, who should be climbing trees and receiving a telling off from his parents for ruining his clothes.
“Go away!” shouted the other girl, who had blonde curly hair and pale blue eyes. “We don’t want you to play with us, you’re not our friend,” she giggled.
The girls ran out of the bedroom, and the boy followed them.
“Please let me play, I am your friend I do not wish to upset you,” the boy called out sadly.
“Go away and stop following us!” the girls shouted as they began to run into the courthouse and into the garden, laughing as they did so.
The boy continued to follow, pleading with them to stop running and to let him play with them.
The girls ran out of the palace gates and into the village, following a red cobbled path that led out of the village and into the forest, which was vibrant and green in colour.
“Zantha, Junda, come back, you’re not allowed to be in there. Come out at once or I will...