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My Uni Application 500 Word Piece!

University is just around the corner and I’m hoping to do a Cert Iv in Professional Writing and Editing! To do that, however, I had to send in a 500 word piece. Soooooo take a look!

My heart beat fastens with each step towards the stage door. Already I can feel the vibrations of the screaming crowd. From experience I know that it will be deafening the moment I step out onto the stage. My manager, George, is by my side.
“Okay Jace, there’s almost 20,000 people out there and they’re all here to see you. Don’t let ‘em down.” Somehow his ‘pep talk’ only manages to make me more nervous. This is the first show I’ve ever done at Madison Square Garden and for some unknown and ungodly reason, this show sold out in 37 minutes. 20,000 people just to see a nobody turned superstar from Florida.
One of the backstage guys hands me a red plastic cup, like the ones that usually contain alcohol in movies, filled with water. I take a sip and wish I’d had a sip of vodka instead to calm my nerves. All the water does is remind me how dry my mouth is. George and I are walking quickly towards the stage as I catch a glimpse of myself in a small mirror hanging on the pale yellow walls. My dark hair is swept across to the right with a flick and my face looks unfamiliar with the layers of makeup that seem to be essential for a 19 year old boy. Before I know it, George and I are standing in the small gathering area before the stage door.
“Alright,” George says, “don’t forget, we’re starting off with ‘History’ first, then moving onto ‘Rumours and Fights’ and then ‘Going Strong’ unlike last night’s show. The rest of the set is the same as the rest of the tour. Good luck kid.” He gives me a quick squeeze on the shoulders as if to comfort me. He walks over to the sound guys for a final check as people swarm around me for a final powder and hair fix. I swear it feels like there’s 23 people around me, fixing all of my imperfections. ‘Imperfections don’t make money,’ as George likes to say.
For the third time tonight a wave of nausea hits me and I find myself swaying slightly. The nerves aren’t usually this bad. Just as the makeup people are dashing away, more people converge to adjust my mic, fix the wires behind my ears and make sure the earpieces are secure. We don’t want another fiasco like London. The next thing I know, my guitar is being lifted over my head and the strap firmly placed across my chest. “One minute people!” I hear someone yell.
I jump up and down on the spot for a few seconds and tune out the rest of the crew as I find my own heart beat within all the noise. I walk onto the dark stage and into the spotlight as I’m deafened by the roar of the crowd. I look down at my hands as I strum the first chord of ‘History’ and the crowd goes wild.

Fingers crossed! I’ll keep ya’ll posted. Wish me luck! 🙂 x


12 Days Of Christmas – Day Five

Heartbreak – Chapter 1

I stare at the pregnancy test in my hand. Negative. Thank God. No way am I ready to have a baby. I allow myself a sigh of relief. It’s negative, I think to myself. Ethan and I have been living together for 3 months and everyday has been a new adventure. He is the love of my life but we’re not ready for a baby. I drop the test into the bin and walk out into the lounge area. “Hey babe,” I say casually, “how was work?”
“It was okay I guess. Would you mind getting me a beer?” He asks.
“Sure.” I roll my eyes teasingly even though his eyes are glued to the tv and he won’t see it. Yep, definitely not ready for babies. I pass him one of the many beers in the fridge and sit down on the couch next to him.
“So you know how my period was late?” I ask.
“Not really, but sure.” He replies.
“Did you not listen to me this morning?” He shakes his head, “well, I did a test and I’m not pregnant.” I snap.
He finally looks over at me and I’m shocked at how much he seems to care. He gives me a shy smile and leans over to kiss my forehead like he’s done a million times before. A warmth spreads throughout my body and I lean into his chest as his arm wraps around my shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” he says, “I haven’t been listening to you very well lately and I shouldn’t be letting stress get between us. It’s just that work is really intense right now and my boss is giving me grief about every little thing. I’m sorry.” He gently pulls my chin towards him and plants a soft peck on my lips.
“Hey, let’s go out for dinner tonight. Let’s celebrate.” I suggest. He laughs lightly.
“Celebrate what?”
“Let’s just celebrate us.” I smile at him.
“Okay, I’ll book somewhere while you start getting ready,” he says excitedly, “and make sure you wear that red dress!” I giggle as I skip towards the bedroom in a giddy blur.

“I’ll have the smoked salmon with a side of chips and salad, thank you,” Ethan says.
“And I’ll have the chef’s special.” I smile at the waitress. She nods gracefully and walks away. They’re so poised and perfect here. I honestly don’t know how they remain so constantly polite.
“This place is amazing. How did you find it?” I ask.
“Oh, you know, I had some pretty hot dates here back in my day.” He jokes. I smile teasingly back.
“Oh but of course, back when you were 18 and didn’t have a job. How on earth could you afford a place like this? Even at 22 it feels too fabulous for me.” I lance around at the deep maroon walls and the crisp white curtains. The glittery chandeliers gently sway from the summer breeze that enters through the wide glass doors that open onto the street. In response Ethan grabs my hands from across the table and takes them into his. “I don’t care how much it costs. For you, I’d pay for the world.” He slowly raises my right hand to his lips and softly kisses the back of my hand. Sometimes I think he is honestly just too good for me. His romantic flare never fails to reveal itself on nights like this where he is distracted from work and from his family dramas. Just as we begin smiling at each other, the waitress brings over some garlic bread and a bottle of fine wine. Ethan thanks her before raising his glass of red wine in his hand. “A toast,” he says loudly enough so that the people around us can hear, “to my dear Bryton, who never fails to amaze me with her beauty and generosity to a man like me. I love you.” The other tables glance our way as they quieten down.
“I love you too Ethan.” I say. I raise my glass to his and the people around us return to their own conversations. Some days just feel absolutely blessed. We talk for 10 minutes about some of our first interactions before we got together. “Remember after graduation when I asked you if you wanted me to drive you to McDonalds for a cheeseburger after you’d had too many tequila sunrises?” Ethan laughs.
“Yes! Oh man, I was so happy. Cheeseburgers taste absolutely golden when you’ve drunk too much.” We both laugh at our silly high school attempts at grasping for each other’s attention. “Remember when you came into work and I served you and it was so weird because I was nervous and you were freaking out because you were waiting to ask me on a date?” I ask.
“How could I forget myself being such an incoherent mess? I was absolutely terrified. But hey, I guess it worked out for me in the end because here we are 3 years later, still going strong.” We reach across the table for each other’s hands again just as the waitress brings out our meals. Ethan’s smoked salmon looks amazing but no where near as good as my chef’s special. Roast duck and an orange sauce with a potato salad on the side. We eat until we cannot eat anymore. I lean back easily in my chair as I let the food settle in my stomach. “That was amazing.” I say. Ethan nods in agreement. Just as I’m about to say something more, my phone begins to ring. “It’s mum, I’d better answer it.” I walk towards the big open glass doors and lean against the frame as I answer it.
“Hi Mum, what’s up?”
“Honey, it’s your father. He’s had a heart attack.”

Heartbreak – Part 1-12 (Revised)

I feel my heart rate speed up as I cross the hallway towards him. The butterflies in my stomach seem to be doing odd little back flips as they sense the impending heartbreak that I know will resonate from my next sentence. There he is at his locker, chatting to Carson, his best friend. Carson seems to sense the urgency in my pace as I draw near and he makes a quick excuse that he has to go and see Mr. Jones before his Legal studies class. Hart automatically turns around ready to embrace me as he has a hundred times before. I see the smile on his lips drop as he sees the fear in my eyes and tense muscles in my body as I prepare to break Hart’s heart. How ironic.
“Hey, Bryton, what’s the matter?” he asks gently. Of course he’s being sweet and caring what with my anxiety but he must know he’s only making this harder.
“I need to talk to you about something,” I say quietly, “something important.”
“Yeah? What is it?”
“I think we need to break up,” The look of absolute disbelief spreads harshly across his face. It’s as if I’ve literally taken a sledgehammer to his heart and I’ve shattered it into a million pieces. I can see the red rushing to his face as he comes to terms with what I’ve just said. He stares at me quizzically, testing how long my fragile mind can handle this. “I’m sorry, you know I never meant to hurt you, I love you and I care for you so much-“ His stare of pure hate stops me before I can utter another word. “Oh, you care about me? You love me? Bullshit. If you cared you wouldn’t be doing this.” He shakes his head at me as he slowly turns around to walk away. On a whim I reach out to his hand to stop him from leaving because I have to explain, I have to make him see. “Hart, please-“ He rips his hand out of my grasp as he growls, “Leave me alone Bryton.” I can feel his eyes boaring into me, threatening to tear me apart. I can’t handle this, I can’t handle this. I feel my heart rate increase even more and my chest tighten as I wait for the panic attack that will become me in a matter of seconds. I feel my legs weaken as I slowly drift to the floor, a head full of worry and pain. And I let it take me into oblivion.
Someone had found me in my panic and must have eventually managed to make me breathe normally again. I don’t really remember. I sit in the comfy chair in the office while the first aid woman calls my mum. Actually, comfy is a bit of a stretch. Unless of course you like sitting on a chair that’s half lumpy and the other half bare. The first aid woman, Lara I think her name is, walks towards me with a fresh smile on her face, as if the sun has just given her a big old hug and told her she looks beautiful. “Your mum said she’ll come and get you in about half an hour. Until then just relax and take some sips of water,” she hums. I smile weakly back at her as she leaves again and glance towards the cold cup of water on the table next to me. The water is so clear and so unlike my mind that it makes me sad. I think about Hart and the look on his face as he turned away from me. Surely he hates me now. He must. I’ve broken his trust and betrayed his love for me in the worst way possible, with no explanation. Of course I love him and of course I care but in my cluttered state of mind how am I ever going to be good enough for him when I’m not even good enough for myself. If only he’d have let me explain then maybe he would understand that I never intended to hurt him, that this was just a horrible twist of fate in our lives. We weren’t right, not anymore. But he left too quickly with the anger and the hurt rising in his body, threatening to boil over at any moment. I focus my attention back on the cup of water. I can see a drop of water lazily rolling down the side of the cup. I sit back in the chair and stare at it as it falls to hit the table and add to the tiny ring of water that connects the bottom of the cup with the table. I feel my strength and energy release as it hits the table and allow myself to fall into a state of depression as I think about my comfy bed that’s not lumpy and half bare. After about 25 minutes Lara is back and telling me my mum’s here.

By the time I get home I’ve resolved to do nothing but sleep. As I walk into my room I suddenly notice how many of the photos on my walls are of Hart and I. There’s one of us on the first day of Year 12, one from Year 12 retreat, from the swimming carnival, from my birthday dinner last year, from Carson’s 18th. Everywhere I look I see him. I see the version of him before I took his heart and trampled it into the dirt. The thought of him so upset brings a fresh wave of depression over me and I can feel my pulse thumping in my head over and over again. It doesn’t stop like most things. There will be no end to my pulse until I die. I decide to focus on it and the unsteady beat of my heart as I lay down on my comfy and definitely not lumpy bed. I lay facing my wall where Hart looks at me from every angle. I look into the eyes of every one of the photos. It dawns on me how big of a mistake I’ve made. He loves me. I love him. So what’s the problem? What’s eating away at me? My mind feels too cloudy to start dissecting and analysing the last hour. So, instead, I let the sweet invitation of sleep take me away from my sadness and into a restless sleep.

I wake to a soft knocking on my door. “Bryton, would you like some dinner? Maybe a smoothie or something?” Mum asks gently. I slide myself up into a sitting position and nod gently. “I’ll come down for dinner in a minute, thanks mum,” I say as loudly as I can manage in my post sleep daze. She smiles and shuts the door as she leaves again. For some reason I feel so utterly alone. Maybe it’s because I know I am. Instinctively I reach for my phone to check for messages from Hart. Nothing. How could I think he’d actually want to talk to me after today? I push my phone away from me as if the force of it can take away this new unhappy version of myself. I find myself glance towards the photos that decorate my walls again. Hart is in so many of them. His watchful eye carefully tracks my movements as I grab my dressing gown from my desk chair and wrap it around me as if it can protect me from the pain of losing him. It’s a common misconception that when a break up occurs, the person who ended it doesn’t suffer as much. I think that idea is absolute bullshit. Just because I ended it doesn’t make it any easier and it sure as hell doesn’t make it any less painful. I steal one more look at a photo of Hart and I hugging and laughing from Carson’s 18th and force myself to reach for the door and leave him behind.

As soon as I reach the kitchen I know mum has informed dad of my panic attack today. He looks at me with such a pitiful look that I feel ashamed and embarrassed as if he sees me as a weak, fragile bird that needs saving. Dad doesn’t understand anxiety. He sees me as a flimsy little child every time an attack hits me. The sight of him makes me remember my first big attack. It was May last year and I had to get a flu injection. As soon as I walked into the room I knew I wasn’t going to handle it. I’d had a huge fear of needles and injections for as long as I can remember. I even fainted a couple times just from talking about them. The nurse looked at me and saw the pure terror reflect in my eyes. She tried to talk rationally to me but the heavy breathing and dizziness had already begun to take over. I couldn’t stand and I couldn’t hear anything. Everything became one big block of noise and it flooded my senses. I faintly remember falling to the ground in a hyperventilating mess as dad and the nurse puzzled over how to help me. Eventually they decided I wasn’t going to get that injection. Dad took me home and I remember him not knowing what to say to me. He’d obviously never seen anything like it before and he didn’t know how to react. Neither did I. “Hey Bryton, you hungry?” Dad’s voice brings me back to the present time and to another panic attack that dad doesn’t know how to deal with. I smile the best I can and pat my stomach to indicate that indeed I am hungry. Sleeping takes a lot of energy apparently. I sit down to a dinner of chicken enchiladas and potato gems. My favourite. The table stays silent while we eat which always proves that a meal is good. Just as I start to scrape up the remainder of the enchilada sauce off my plate, mum finally breaks the silence. “So, Bryton, what happened today?” She doesn’t say it in a malicious way but it still rubs me the wrong way.
“Oh, just a panic attack, no biggie,” I say sarcastically. Dad gives me a disapproving look. “Okay, fine, I broke up with Hart.” The reaction is immediate. Both mum and dad start firing questions at me so quickly I can’t keep up. After a few seconds I lose my patience. “Oh my god! Shut up! It’s over, okay? Just get over it!” I realise that I’ve risen to my feet and stand with my hands in the air. Mum and Dad both look angry. Now I’ve done it. “Sorry,” I mumble as the blood rushes to my face. I trudge back to my room and reach the door just before the tears overwhelm me.

So far today I’ve managed to ruin 3 relationships with some of the closest people to me. The only person I have left is Jayde. As soon as I’ve slammed the door shut behind me I grab my phone and type in her number as I’ve done a million times before. After three rings she picks up. “Hey, Bry, what’s up? Are you okay?” She asks. I open my mouth to tell her everything because I need to, I need to get it out, but all that comes out is a strangled noise that strangely resembles a pterodactyl that’s just choked on something. Jayde patiently listens to my strange noises while reassuring me that everything will be okay. She knows me too well to know that I don’t believe it but still she whispers comfort to me. Eventually I calm down a little and start to tell her what happened. How I approached Hart, the look on his face, the panic attack. She doesn’t interrupt me. When I finally finish, all I hear is silence. “Jayde?” I ask.
“Bry, what have you done?” She whispers. Immediately I go into defence mode.
“I did what’s best for me. Isn’t that what everyone always tells me? ‘You have to put yourself first Bryton’, ‘Bryton, always putting others needs ahead of her own needs’, ‘Bryton needs to look after herself more’.” I could keep going but I can sense Jayde’s growing annoyance.
“So, what, you just couldn’t be with him anymore? Is that it? He’s an amazing and caring guy and you flicked him off, just like that?”
“Flicked him off? Jayde, I can’t handle it anymore. Not with Year 12 and work and everything else that’s going on in between. I feel so trapped and claustrophobic. I feel like I can’t breathe every second of every day. Hart, I’ll always love, but right now I need to focus on me. I need to be happy with myself.”
“What do you mean happy with yourself?”
“I just; I don’t know. I feel uncomfortable in my own skin? I don’t really know how to explain it.”
“Okay. Well for the record I think you’re making a mistake.”
“Gee, thanks for the support Jayde.” I try to hide my frustration but I can feel it seeping out of me with each new word.
“I’m sorry Bry but he’s my friend too. I can’t take sides, I just have to be honest. With both of you.” I decide to let it go. I’ve burned enough bridges today already, I don’t need to add my best friend to the list too.
“Okay, well, thanks. I’m just going to go to bed, I’m exhausted.”
“Sounds like a good idea. Night.” I hear the beep as she hangs up on me.
“Night.” I whisper.
I lay awake, staring directly above me, searching for any new marks or scratches on the ceiling in between the old marks. I guess that’s what we do in life. Search for new scars when the old ones still haven’t faded. I slide my finger to my forearm where I know I’ll find my scar. The white skin is raised slightly, even after a year and a half of healing. Sometimes I wonder whether it’ll ever go away like the doctor said it would. Maybe I’ll have to live with it for a little longer. A lasting reminder that the pain never really goes away. Not fully at least. I sit up as I accept that sleep won’t be coming tonight. I reach over to my bed side table and grab my favourite book, The Little Things by Renee Thomson. I’ve read this book about a billion times and I never get sick of it. It reminds me to be thankful for everything I have in life and to simply enjoy the little things while we have them. I love Renee’s writing. She always manages to communicate my thoughts and feelings in the wonderful sequence of words in her books. I just love her so much. Of course, I’ve never actually met her, but still I somehow feel connected to her. I open my book to page 176 and read my favourite quote, highlighted in bright pink highlighter. ‘Although we may never get what we want in life, it always gives us what we need to become who we are supposed to be’. I repeat the words in my head and think about their meaning. This break up with Hart is for the best in the long run. I need to find myself and I need to be who I am. Maybe my pain won’t be leaving me anytime soon, but I know I will move past it eventually. Until then, I trace the scar on my arm as I repeat the quote over and over to myself. One day I’ll be happy, truly and completely happy.

I groan as my alarm goes off. I groggily roll over and glance at my clock. 7.30. There’s a light knocking at the door and mum slowly sticks her head in. “Morning, you going to school?” she asks. I think for a few seconds and nod. I really don’t want to go to school but I’ve already missed so much in the last few weeks. Plus I need to talk to Jayde. I still don’t quite understand why she was so defensive of Hart last night but I need to make sure everything’s okay. The last thing I need right now is to lose my best friend. Mum smiles and shuts the door again. I push my blankets off my legs and force myself out of bed. It’s harder today than usual which doesn’t surprise me. Whenever I get too stressed or anxious my mental self usually responds by making me even more depressed. Fantastic. It takes me ten minutes to bring myself to put my uniform on. I look back at the photos of Hart and I again, as I did last night. His smile taunts me as I think about what I’ll do and say when I face him today during free period. I just hope he’s okay. I remember when we first got together I asked him why he never seems to show his sadness. He told me, “Sometimes I just can’t handle the pity looks and the attention. So, instead, I keep it to myself.” At least Jayde is there for him. The next half hour goes by in a blur and I suddenly find myself sitting in the front seat of the car on the way to school. As mum’s pulling into one of the parks outside the office, I see Jayde and Hart walking into building B. They appear to be in deep conversation and I can only assume it’s about me. “You okay Bry?” Mum asks. I try to conjure up an answer that she’ll believe. “Yeah,” I sigh, “ just tired I guess.” She gives me a disapproving look as if to say ‘Yeah, right’. I force a smile. “I’ll see you after school, love you,” I say quickly before she can stop me from jumping out of the car. I shut the door before she can reply and walk quickly towards building B. I climb the stairs to level 2 where my locker is. As I’m turning a corner, I bump into Hart. I immediately avert my eyes from his gaze. “Sorry,” I whisper. He looks down at the ground and walks around me as I stand there wondering what to do. I hear his fast paced footsteps as he descends the stairs. It’s all I can do not to cry as I continue on my way to my locker.

I reach my locker in record time after escaping the scene of the encounter with Hart and shove my bag into it. I grab my psychology books from the top shelf and as I thrust my hand into my bag to get my pencil case, I notice a photo sticking out from under my bag. I don’t remember putting it there and it can’t have fallen from my collage in my locker as all the photos are still tacked to the inside of the door. All of a sudden a wave of dread fills my body and my heart begins skipping beats. For some reason this photo is giving me a really bad feeling. I tentatively inch my fingers closer to the exposed corner and pull it out from under my bag. It’s another photo of Hart and I. It’s not one from my locker door or from home, but it is one I had developed. It’s what I gave Hart for our 2 month anniversary. I remember the day as I hold the photo in my hand. That morning I had asked him to come with me to my locker with a sneaky look in my eye. “I have a surprise for you,” I whispered as we walked up the stairs. His smile was so wide and full of joy as we raced up the flight of stairs two at a time. Once we reached my locker I brought out the black and white photo in a simple white frame. “Oh Bryton, I love it,” he sighed. He pulled me into his sturdy arms and while my chin was resting on his shoulder, he whispered the three most important words anyone has ever said to me. “I love you,” he said. I pulled back from him and with a smile I giggled, “I love you too.” I trace the lines of pen on the photo now with my forefinger, gingerly testing for anything that will give away who did this. The photo that once brought so much joy to Hart and I is now bringing so much sadness and hatred. Someone has taken a black pen to it and scribbled all over my face. Deep down I know who did it. The one person who has decided to scribble me completely out of their life. Hart.

I spend the first two periods in English. I try to listen to Mrs. Hock babble on about some book that I still haven’t read but I find myself staring out the window at the trees blowing in the wind instead. My thoughts drift to the photo in my locker. Why would he put that there? Was it to scare me? Let me know that he officially hates me? I just don’t understand how he can go from loving me yesterday to hating me today. Feelings can’t change that quickly…can they? Before I know it, the bell’s ringing to indicate it’s recess. Great, now I can go and talk to Jayde. I whip my phone out of my pocket and text her to meet me at my locker ASAP. I end up waiting a good 5 minutes while anxiously checking my phone for any new messages before Jayde makes her way around the corner. “Hey, what’s up?” She asks. She seems happier and more patient today and not at all like the girl I was talking to on the phone the night before.
“Hey, not much really, just had English. How was your frees?” The good thing about the year 12 timetable is that I can always know when Jayde has each class. When I have English, she has frees. When I have frees, she has photography. It’s pretty handy, especially when I can’t be bothered checking my diary.
“Oh yeah, Carson and I just mucked around a bit and then I worked on my folio. Nothing exciting happened. Anyway, how are you? Have you seen Hart today?”
“Yeah, sort of. We bumped into each other on the stairs. It was extremely awkward. He didn’t look happy with me.”
“Yeah, well, you guys did just break up yesterday.”
“I know. I just didn’t expect such a cold response.”
“He’s hurting Bry. You have to give him time to get over it.”
“I know, it’s just hard to see him like this. I just wish he didn’t hate me.” Jayde looks down at her scratched leather school shoes. “What? What is it?” I ask.
“Just…Hart feels like you don’t care about him.” She raises her hands up as if surrendering.
“What? Why would he think I don’t care? I just want him to be okay. He’s the one putting scribbled out photos in my locker, not me.”
“Wait, what?” I shake my head to silently tell her that I really don’t want to talk about it at the moment. Jayde gives me a sympathetic smile that says ‘I understand’.
“Look, I don’t know. He wasn’t really making much sense this morning. Maybe you should just talk to him. Let him know you still care.” I nod in agreement. I really don’t think he wants to see me but I need him to know that I care. Maybe while I’m there I can confront him about the photo too.
I walk into the common room for period 3, my free period. Hart has his free now too so I sit in my spot at the table and set up my psychology books. I know I’m not going to do any work until I’ve talked to him but I have to look like I’m doing something to distract myself. Every time I hear the door open my eyes shoot up hoping it’s Hart but as 10, 20, 30 minutes go by I slowly start to realise he isn’t coming. A fresh feeling of depression waves its commanding hand over me. Of course he isn’t coming. How stupid I must be to think he’d actually put himself in a situation where he has to see my face. I can feel my eyes welling with tears that threaten to spill onto my cheeks as each new second passes. I need to talk to someone. I stand unsteadily on my feet and walk out of the common room and towards the photography room where Jayde has photography now. I brush away the leaky tears and pick up my pace. Just as I’m about to reach the photography room, I glance through the glass windows and find my eyes resting on Hart. I stop dead in my tracks as I watch him talking with Poppy. Poppy and I used to be really good friends but this year we’ve drifted apart because of how busy we’ve both been. I watch them for a few seconds as they laugh and smile and continue chatting. I guess Hart’s in there to do some Vis Com work but I can see his books on the table, closed. Untouched. So why is he here if he’s not doing any work? I shift my eyes to the left to where Jayde is sitting at the computer. I take a deep breath and push through the glass doors into the room. I walk quickly towards Jayde, making sure to keep my eyes away from Hart and Poppy. I walk straight past them and I can hear Poppy giggling at something Hart has said. I grab Jayde on the shoulder and she turns to look at me, “Oh, hey, I was just editing the shoot we did the other day,” she looks at my face and her smile instantly drops. “What’s wrong? What happened?” In response I release a small hiccup and nod my head towards the door. Instantly she guides me back past Hart and Poppy and back through the door. The moment we’ve passed through my face contorts into a scrunched up version and I allow myself to sob into Jayde’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. It’ll be okay. Shhh, just breathe,” she whispers while hugging me. As I cry I imagine Hart being happy. While I want him to be happy, it finally dawns on me that he doesn’t need me to do it.

I walk through the front door and make a beeline for the couch. I reach the comfortable couch that never denies me its loving embrace and allow it to swallow me up in its soft cushions as I flop onto it. I lay there still for a few minutes thinking about the crazy day that has been today. After I went and saw Jayde, she took me to my next class, gave me a big hug and whispered, “Chin up, it’ll get better,” with a sympathetic smile. I felt so secure in that moment that I almost asked her about the weird moment on the phone the night before but my resolve for that dissipated with my enthusiasm for legal studies. I sat through legal with Carson constantly glancing my way with a concerned look on his face. At first I thought he was mad at me and was trying to ignore me over the break up with Hart. But, I soon realised it was him not knowing what to say to cheer me up that kept his lips shut and mouth silent. Jayde and I sat together in silence at lunch time, which was fine. Sometimes just being with each other is enough. For the last two periods I had art. I absolutely love art. I worked on my final while listening to my iPod. Time flew by. At the end of the day I saw Jayde walking with Hart and Poppy to the buses which at first shocked me until I remembered that Jayde had to catch a bus to her dad’s place for his birthday. I didn’t quite understand why Hart and Poppy now seemed to be glued at the hip but I didn’t have the energy until now to contemplate the possibilities. Maybe they’re catching the same bus, maybe they’re really good friends and Hart just never told me. There’s one option that seems to be in the back of my mind that I really don’t want to consider, but because my brain is my brain, it brings it forward to be thought of. Maybe, possibly, they’re actually together. Maybe, but surely not. Hart was mad, but mad enough to hurt me so much? And in this way? I don’t know. People do weird things after break ups. I remember a girl in my year wrote her ex a 3,000 word letter explaining why she didn’t like him and how he’d hurt her so much back in year 9. He’d said she was crazy after that. Surely Hart couldn’t move on that quickly. But now that I think of it, Poppy and Hart have always had this weird spark between them that always made me slightly uncomfortable. I shake my head to get rid of all the insane possibilities that have crept into my mind. I focus my attention back to the couch. I exhale slowly and shut my eyes, letting all the negative thoughts out with my breath. Even if Hart and Poppy are together, it doesn’t have to get me. I don’t have to let it control me or the way I feel. With a new sense of peacefulness, I stand up and make my way to the kitchen to start making dinner.

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The Unexpected, Mysterious and Interesting Boy – Chapter 4

Ever since Percy bought me that chai, I’ve been drinking it religiously. Every morning before my classes start I make my way over to Polypop and sit in the corner booth drinking my chai, waiting for him to walk in. It’s been 8 days since I saw him last and he hasn’t shown up once. I sit with my sketch book in front of me at the booth and a 6B pencil in my hand, watching all the people walk by. This university is surprisingly busy considering the reasonably small location in the heart of the city. I snap my attention back to the sketch of my guinea pigs, Lolly and Penny. I’ve been working on it for about a week on the train to uni. So far it looks good, it just needs more shading. I start to shade around the edge of Lolly’s face when I notice Hail, Percy’s disabled sister, roll into Polypop. She makes eye contact with me and waves sweetly. I wave back a little too enthusiastically and she giggles at my apparently charming awkwardness. I notice her new wheel chair, this one is electric blue instead of black.. I remember the mangled mess of a wheel chair that was left after some random guy threw it over the side of that balcony. I honestly can’t imagine why anyone would want to hurt her. It makes me so mad whenever I think about it. Hail collects her drink from the barista and rolls over to me.
“Hey there,” she says, “how are you?”
“I’m great actually, yourself?” I reply.
“Oh yeah, can’t complain. What are you working on there?” she asks. I turn my sketchbook around to show her.
“They’re my guinea pigs, Lolly and Penny.” Her smile brightens when she sees them.
“Oh my god, I had guinea pigs as a kid but they died from the heat. I was absolutely heartbroken. I love yours though, those two are gorgeous.” She smiles again.
“Why thank you,” I giggle, “I love them too.” We both smile at each other and I start to think I’ve made a new friend. I want to ask her about Percy and find out where he’s been but I don’t want her to think anything of it.
“Well, I better be off to my class. Engineering doesn’t wait, unfortunately.” She wedges her drink between her thighs.
“Yeah I should probably go to my class too. It was good to see you, we’ll have to do it again sometime,” I say.
“Sounds good, I’ll see you around.”
Before I can stop myself I blurt out, “Wait! Where’s Percy been lately?” She smiles suspiciously.
“He’s been sick, why?” I stumble on my words before I can finally utter a sentence that makes some sense.
“Oh, I just haven’t seen him lately, you know, around uni.” She chuckles to herself.
“I’m sure you’ll see him soon.”
She turns and wheels herself away.


For some reason I have to be the clumsiest person on the planet. I swear it’s a genetic disorder or something that must have been passed down through the generations of my family, getting stronger the further along it travels. Just as I’m walking out of class at 2 o’clock, I trip on a bump in the pavement and fling my sketch book and a bunch of sheets that my professor handed out during class onto the walkway in front of me. I half fall onto my hands and half onto my butt. Of course, just my luck, this is the moment that Percy decides to make his reappearance. I’m half sitting, half squatting as he comes around the corner and sees me in my situation of pure embarrassment. I quickly stand up and brush off my clothes in hopes that he somehow didn’t see me. I can feel my face turning bright red as he approaches with a grin on his face.
“You know, even if you hated the class, you’re still supposed to keep the notes,” he teases.
I laugh lightly and stick my tongue out at him. God, why did I do that? What am I, 7? He smiles at me anyway.
“I just thought, you know what? I haven’t been on a trip for a while so, hell, why not plan an impromptu trip right now?” I joke back. He laughs as he bends down to help me pick up my things. He hands me my sketch book while I grab my papers. It’s like one of those really weird cliché moments in the movie where the guy hands the girl her books and they both stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like an eternity. Except, we make eye contact for about 0.3 seconds before our eyes flit away from each other’s gaze. Once I’m standing with all of my things again, we stand in silence.
“Thanks,” I say, “for helping me with my books.”
“Anytime. But, you know, next time maybe you should plan your trip in a more luxurious location. Like maybe on some carpet, maybe even some grass…” I playfully punch his arm as we both start laughing.
“I will keep that advice in mind next time, thank you.” He smiles again and begins to turn to walk away. Instinctively I reach out and grab his arm.
“Wait, before you go, do you want to come to my party tomorrow night? It’s at my place, back in Leppin, but it’s going to be fun.”
“Yeah sure, just text me the details-“
“I don’t have your number,” I say quickly.
“Here,” he says, “text me.” He gently grabs my hand and takes a pen out from his coat pocket. He messily writes his number on the back of my hand as I try to subdue the huge smile that’s creeping across my face. When he finishes, he winks at me sexily and walks away. I stare at the phone number on my hand and I can’t believe what just happened. Thank you clumsy feet for being the ultimate wingman. As I look at the number, a problem comes to the forefront of my mind. There’s just one issue with inviting Percy to my party. At the moment, there is no party.

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The Unexpected, Mysterious and Interesting Boy – Chapter 3

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So much for an interesting first lecture. The professor babbled on for three hours about the importance of line when designing an artwork and how the balance and harmony of the piece must be simple yet complex in order to gain an appealing aesthetic. I don’t remember most of what he said because all I did for most of the time was think about how weird the situation was that morning. My first day and I’ve already seen a disabled girl’s wheelchair fall from a balcony, mystery boy (who, by the way, is the disabled girl’s brother) and most horrifying of all, my professor’s gross beard that appeared to have bits of biscuit in it. I sit on the train next to an old lady who looks very annoyed at having to sit next to me, one of ‘today’s youth’ as I heard her refer to me as. Too bad there are no other seats. Just as the train is leaving the platform, I get a call from Zahra. I eagerly swipe to the left and answer her call. “Hey!” I say.
“Hey there uni gal, how was your first day?” she replies.
“Oh. My. Gosh. It was insane.”
“Really? Did they give you heaps of work?”
“Um, no, not really. What made it insane was that firstly, a girl in a wheelchair had her chair taken and thrown over a balcony…” I glance over at the old lady who is now death staring me. I give her a shy smile and turn to face the window.
“Please elaborate on how the hell that happened,” she says.
“Right, well some guy puller her out and threw it over the edge. It was so crazy. So, then I went to help her and she called her brother who, get this, is mystery boy.” I pause to allow her to process this new information. The phone line goes a little fuzzy for a second or two then goes back to silence.
“Jayda? Are you there?” Zahra asks.
“Hey, yeah. Sorry, I think we just went through a dead spot or something.”
“Oh that’s alright then, I thought you’d hung up on me!” she laughs.
“No no, I would never! Anyway, did you hear what I said about mystery boy?”
“What? No? Oh my gosh please tell me he found you and asked you out!”
“Well, not exactly. He’s the girl in the wheelchair’s brother. I didn’t catch his name but he’s studying law at my uni.”
“Bud, that’ awesome. You totally have to go for coffee or something. He has to thank you now right? For helping his sister?”
“Well I guess but-“
“But nothing. Tomorrow, you go and find that spunk and make him buy you a coffee.”
“But I don’t drink coffee-“
“Jayda, there are way too many buts coming out of your mouth!” We both burst out laughing. Gosh we’re immature. The old lady glares at me again but this time I just keep laughing.
“Anyway,” Zahra continues, “I should probably get going to work. Gotta work the late shift tonight. What a joy.”
“Yeah good idea, thanks for the call, I’ll have to give Harper a buzz later too, see how her day was. Have fun at work!” I reply.
“Thanks bud, see ya!” I take my phone away from my ear just in time for the old lady to start grumbling something about today’s young people being rude and selfish or something like that. I’m in too good a mood after my phone call with Zahra to care. I take out ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’ again and read until my stop is called.


The next morning I stroll into uni wearing my favourite boots. They’re almost 6 years old yet still look new which is pretty amazing considering how much I’ve worn them. Today’s class starts at 10. I glance at my watch and see that it’s only 9.35. I have a good 20 minutes to kill so I decide to explore the courtyard area. There are a few cafes, some fast food shops and even a jewellery store. I guess there are a lot of people that forget birthdays and anniversaries around here. I pick a café called ‘Polypop’ purely because its name is the same as one of the fabrics at work. I walk towards it in my comfy and worn boots while deciding what to get. I don’t drink coffee so that’s out, and the only other hot drink I really drink is hot chocolate. But, today, I’m feeling adventurous. I get into the little shop and study the menu board. There’s so many drinks that I can’t decide which one to try.
“I hear chai lattes are pretty good.” I spin around to see mystery boy only a metre away. He smiles at me while I stand there with my jaw almost to the ground. Gosh, I swear he gets more attractive every time we meet. He raises his perfectly shaped eyebrows at me and I manage to compose myself.
“Oh, hey. Again.” I grin the dorkiest grin that any face has ever had the displeasure of forming. He doesn’t seem to mind.
“If you’re trying to decide what to order, might I suggest trying a chai latte? They’re like drinking Christmas in a paper cup.”
“Wow, that sounds amazing. Hell, why not? I mean, I do love Christmas.” I somehow smile decently.
“Hey, can I grab two chai lattes please? Thanks.” He hands a $10 note to the cashier lady.
“Oh you didn’t have to get me one,” I say.
“I was actually getting it for Hail…but I could get you one too if you like?” he offers. He starts laughing hysterically.
“I’m kidding,” he smiles, “sorry, I like to prank people sometimes.”
I start laughing along with him.
“How is Hail after yesterday?” I ask quietly.
“She’s okay I think, just a little shaken.” His face seems to darken at the thought of someone trying to hurt his sister. I realise that I need to change the subject.
“So, Hail said you’re studying law. What’s that like?” I ask sweetly.
“Ah, you know, it’s alright. It can be confusing sometimes.” I nod in agreement. I remember doing legal studies at high school. It was, by far, my worst subject in Year 12.
“Anyway, what about you? What are you studying?”
“Art. I always loved it in high school so I figured, why not?”
“Well as long as you love what you’re doing.”
“Exactly. You’ve just got to find your passion.” We both nod to fill the silence that’s settling on us. After what seems like forever, the cashier hands him two chai lattes and he passes one to me.
“Thank you very much.” I say
“Not a problem…” he gestures for me to tell him my name.
“Oh, it’s Jayda.”
“Well, it was lovely to meet you properly Jayda. See you around.” He flashes me a glimpse of his perfectly straight and white teeth as he turns to walk away.
“Wait! What’s your name?” I reach out for his arm to stop him leaving.
“I’m Percy.” Mystery boy smiles one last time before walks out of Polypop.

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The Unexpected, Mysterious and Interesting Boy – Chapter 2

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O-week went by in a flash that involved parties and drinking and I think (don’t take my word for it because I was completely smashed) a bit of an ass grab. Oops. I reminisce about the fun I had and the new friends I met as I sit on the train on the way to Melbourne. Every time I think about starting classes I get a swarm of butterflies doing back flips in my stomach. It’s both exciting and nerve racking at the same time. I go back to reading ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’ by Stephen Chbosky to try and distract myself. Before I know it, I’m captivated by this book again. I’m up to page 160 when the train pulls into the Southern Cross Station. I hurriedly put my book back in my bag and leap from my seat for the door. Once I’m off the train and making my way up the platform, my phone goes off. I slip it out of my back pocket and see that it’s a text from Harper.

‘Good luck today gorgeous! You’ll do great! Much love xx’

God she’s cute. Sometimes I think I actually have the best friends in the whole entire world. I know it’s cheesy, but still. I shoot back a text while walking and only accidentally bump into one person, one bag and one bench. That’s success in my books. After five minutes of walking I find myself standing outside the Institute. I walk through the revolving door and cross the main reception area to the elevators where there are about 20 students waiting to be taken up. After my experience with the stairs in the hotel I decide to take the stairs up to the 3rd floor and into lecture hall number 2, the place where I have my first lecture. I’m not disappointed by the expectation that TV shows have given me of lecture halls. It’s absolutely huge. There would have to be at least 500 seats. I choose an empty seat next to one of the girls I met in O-week, Blake.
“Hey Blake, is anyone sitting here?” I ask nervously.
“Oh no sweetie, have a seat,” she hums. I take a seat and glance around the huge hall. Of the approximately 500 seats, only about 50 are filled. I check my watch. 10.07, the lecture is supposed to start in 8 minutes. I get my books out and set myself up for an interesting lecture. I then start to wonder what our Professor will talk about today. Considering it’s our first lecture, it’ll probably be something introductory. “So, Jayda, are you excited to start?” Blake asks.
“Oh yeah, I can’t wait. Hopefully we’ll get into some of the practical stuff soon.”
“Ugh same, I really want to do some nude sketches, that’d be so cool. I love drawing the unique contours and lines of the human form. It’s just so intriguing to me that every body shape is different and what some people consider to be beautiful others might see as not. Humans are crazy,” she laughs, “anyway, enough about me. What do you want to do this year as your exploratory medium?”
“I want to get into sculpting. I love working with clay, plaster, anything that I can manipulate into shapes of forms. Last year I made a statue out of air dry clay that worked out really well for me.”
“Oh nice, that sounds so exciting! I can’t wait to see what everyone is going to do.” Just as I’m about to reply, we hear a crashing sound outside the door. I look at Blake and raise my eyebrows. We both get up and go to investigate the noise. As soon as we reach the door, we see a disfigured wheelchair that appears to have been dropped from the balcony walkway overhead the hallway. At the top of the walkway stands a very smug looking guy who’s wearing all black, from head to toe. Once he sees the crowd beginning to gather, his smile drops and he backs away quickly from the edge of the balcony. As he runs off, I see a girl pull herself over to the glass panelling to look over the edge. She’s using her hands and arms to move so I can only assume it was her wheelchair that’s now a crumpled mess on the ground. Her face drops as she sees the 15 or so people that have gathered around the wheelchair. No one else seems to have noticed the girl. While trying to keep my eye on her, which is stupid because she’s obviously not going anywhere in a hurry, I walk over to the stair case and climb them to the balcony. Once I reach the top of the stairs I can see the girl slump against the glass panel while a single tear makes its way down her cheek. I approach slowly so that I don’t give her a fright. She notices me and makes a quick swipe of her hand across her face to wipe away the tears that followed the first one. From my bag I pull out a tissue and offer it to her with a sympathetic smile on my face. She smiles shyly back and accepts the tissue. “Hey, are you okay?” I ask quietly. She nods as she blows her nose.

“Did you know that guy?” I ask gently. She looks so sad that I feel absolutely horrible for even asking.
“No, I don’t. He just…I don’t know.” I feel as though she’s holding something back but I don’t have the heart to push her for information. “Do you know where we can go to get a new wheelchair? Maybe the sickbay…?” She shakes her head in disappointment. “I can call my brother, he can come and get me,” she whispers. She reaches for her phone from her bag and types in his number. After a few rings he picks up. “Hey, it’s me. I need you to come get me.” She glances at me and I instantly feel like I’m eavesdropping. I awkwardly shuffle over to the other side of the balcony and look down at more people gathering around the mangled mess of metal and rubber. When I turn around she’s hanging up the phone. “Is he coming to get you?” I ask.
“Yeah, he said he’ll just be a few minutes. He’s got to get from the other building to this one. He’s studying law.” We both nod slightly. I sit down next to her and lean my back against the cool glass. After a couple minutes of silence and while someone below sparks the idea to take the wheelchair to the registration office, we look at each other and she says, “Hey, thanks for coming up here for me. It’s nice to know someone’s here to look out for me.” She smiles weakly.
“Oh yeah, of course. Anytime.” I grin back a really dorky grin which sets me off laughing at myself. She then starts giggling as well. A few seconds later, a guy comes racing up the stairs in a huff. “Are you okay? What happened?” He breathes. I’m about to answer for her when I look at the guy and find myself face to face with mystery boy. He’s here. I stumble on my words for a few seconds while he looks at me quizzically until the girl speaks up and tells him that some guy pulled her out of her chair and threw it over the edge. Mystery boy’s face changes from panicked to murderous. I swear if that guy had come back he’d be the next thing over the edge of the balcony and would probably end up being a splat mark on the tiled floor. He walks over to her and with ease scoops up his sister and begins making his way towards the elevator. I stand there staring blankly as he waits patiently for the ding that indicates that it’s on this level. Just as the doors are opening he glances back at me with his striking blue eyes and sharp jaw line. “Thanks for looking after Sam.” He steps into the elevator and the doors shut while I process the last ten minutes. What a crazy start to my first day of uni.

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The Unexpected, Mysterious, Interesting Boy – Chapter 1

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I shut the door to my room and lean against the back of it as a smile creeps onto my face. I replay the moment in my mind as I try to remember every little detail. He was totally, one hundred percent checking me out. I’ve never been the kind of girl to have flings with people; I’ve always been a relationship kind of person. But he has somehow inspired me to consider flings. I allow myself a little squeal of excitement at my new profound confidence. Maybe I could be the girl that could go out clubbing and hook up with people and never see them again. I mean, it was fun knowing I could be whoever I wanted to be. I can be that flirty and excitable girl that’s not shy around attractive guys. I can just kiss people and walk away with that perfectly teasing smile that challenges them to find you again. But there’s just one problem. I’m not that girl. I can’t wait for Zahra and Harper to get back with lunch so I can tell them about my little adventure down at the bar. We came to Melbourne for a girl’s weekend away after Christmas and before we all start uni and before O week, which is in a few days. I’m going to Melbourne to study sculpting and art while Zahra is off to Geelong for fashion and Harper is studying to become a social worker in our hometown of Leppin. We chose Melbourne as our destination for its amazing old buildings and busy atmosphere. What’s a little chaos in the city compared to three years of artistic chaos at uni? Well, I don’t know yet, I’ll find out in a few days. I start to feel anxious whenever I think about uni. The university is two hours away from home and all my friends and family. I don’t know anyone yet. At least I get to go home every night which means I’ll be commuting to Melbourne everyday for the next three years. Or, at least until I find a place to rent or someone to rent with. Speaking of someone to rent with, maybe mystery boy is looking for a roommate…I move from the door and pass the mirror. I glance at myself with my cheesy grin and roll my eyes. Sometimes I swear it’s impossible for me not to think about anything and everything. I laugh a little and jump onto my bed. I lay sprawled out like a starfish in my swing dress and tights and wonder what life will be like as a uni student. Parties, clubs, drinks, boys; all the fun things. Well, supposedly. I suddenly feel the need to go back down to the hotel’s bar and get this guy’s number. If I hurry, maybe I can catch him. I roll off the bed and land on my toes with my fingers on the floor so that I’m sitting in a kind of spiderman position. It’s these kinds of things that make me question my sanity. I laugh out loud again and grab my room card and purse and open the door only to find Zahra and Harper staring at me with a shocked expression on their faces. Harper is carrying a bag from Grill’d and Zahra’s hand is locked around the room card as if she was literally just about to open the door herself. “Hi!” I grin at them uncontrollably and we all burst out in laughter at me. “What happened?” Zahra says while trying to stop laughing as I float back into the room with them in tow. “Oh, I met a guy…” I turn dramatically with my hand on my forehead insinuating that I’m a woman in love from a 1960’s movie. This brings on more laughter. “Seriously? Where?” Harper asks excitedly. “I went down to the bar because I thought, hey, why not? Then I’m sitting there drinking my coke and this guy, who, might I add, is drop dead gorgeous, starts glancing at me. Eventually we make eye contact and sparks just flew!” I flop down onto my bed again and sigh, “It was magical.”
“Well, it sounds like you just began a modern day fairytale,” Zahra says as she climbs onto the bed next to me. “Oh yeah, sounds like you found your prince charming Jay,” Harper says seductively. Once again we laugh together. “Alright, who’s hungry?” Zahra asks. “Meeeee!” Harper and I yell together. We tuck into the burgers and chips which somehow silences us as we eat. Half way through my burger I remember that I was going to go back down to the bar and find my mystery man. “Oh my gosh! I forgot!” I leap off the bed and out the door before Zahra and Harper can even ask where I’m going. I slam my hand onto the elevator button and wait 10 seconds before I decide it’s taking too long and decide to take the stairs instead. I jump down them two at a time until I reach the ground level. Considering we’re on level 5 it’s a pretty good effort. I pause at the bottom of the steps and catch my breath before walking out into the bar area. I quickly scan the room searching for the mystery guy but come up empty. He’s gone.

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The Runner – Part Three

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“Here we have the alphabet. All I want you to do for me is pick a letter, any letter.” Dr. Preen speaks softly. Sitting in front of me is a piece of paper with the alphabet printed onto it. I slowly scan each letter as If one will just jump out at me. I’m nearly to the end when the letter W suddenly looks familiar. I mean, more familiar than the rest of the alphabet. “W” I say instantly. Dr. Preen raises her eyebrows as if surprised by this answer and begins scribbling more notes. “Does that mean anything?” I ask after a brief period of silence. Dr. Preen glances up and folds her hands in her lap. “Usually, in cases of amnesia, patients tend to be drawn to a particular letter. This letter will more than likely be in your name. For example, I had a patient a few years ago who couldn’t remember his name and when I asked him to choose a letter, he chose R. His name is Ranen.”
“So, you think my name starts with a W?”
“It’s a very plausible possibility, yes.” She continues writing. I try to think of any names that start with W but all I can think of is William which doesn’t ring a bell. “Okay, now what we’re going to do is a quick answer exercise. I’ll say a word and you say the first thing that pops into your head. Don’t think about it or consider it, just say it.” I nod in agreement.
“The Unknown,”
“One last one, honesty,”
“Okay, that’s enough for now. Why don’t we take a break for a bit? Would you like to go for a walk?” Dr. Preen looks flustered. Again, I find myself wondering if I’ve said something wrong. “Ah, yeah, sure. I might go and thank Joe for breakfast. Thank you.” I offer a shy smile at her as I stand to leave. “Of course,” Dr.Preen glances up at me, “I’m here to help in any way I can.” She smiles at me and I feel a chill run up my spine. I smile once more, trying to hide my unease. I close the door behind me as I again attempt to maneuver my way through the labyrinth of hallways in the police station. Eventually, after many wrong turns and frustrating dead ends, I find the front of the station where I had stumbled through last night, out of breath and out of energy. I still feel shaky from the whole situation. How could this happen? How does someone suddenly forget their entire life?  I wander over to the desk and awkwardly tuck my knotty and manky hair behind my ears. “Hi, um, is Joe still on duty?” I ask the old guy nervously. He looks like he should have retired 20 years ago. He looks at me with distaste in his eyes and grumbles something as he stands to leave. I’m about to ask again when he holds a hand up as to hush me. I stop myself and look at my boots again. God, why do I have to be so awkwardly unlikable. I decide to go for a walk outside as it seems the old guy has just ditched me, but as soon as I turn around to leave I hear the sweet voice of Joe. “Hey, Light said you were asking for me?” His eyes were so droopy I was sure he’d be asleep as soon as he could. “Oh yeah, I just wanted to thank you for breakfast this morning. Also, Light? What kind of name is that?”
“Oh, haha, we call him the Light because when he falls asleep on duty he’s out like a light. Get it? Haha and hey no worries.”
“Haha well that is certainly original at least,” I try to stop myself from giggling like a little girl.
“So how’d you go with Dr. Preen? Get any answers yet?”
“Mmm, no, not yet. Actually, I was wondering, what do you know about her?”
“Just that she’s one of the best shrinks around. She moved here about 6 months ago I think to open a research centre. Not sure what to research but hey, it’s gotta be something good to get an International expert.”
“Yeah I guess so, I just get a weird vibe from her is all. I don’t know.”
“She does seem a little stand offish I guess. Anyway, I better get back to it, I finish at 9 and back at 10 so I guess I might see you then? Have a good one.”
“Yeah, thanks, you too.” He smiles again and walks back over to the counter. Yeah, nothing to worry about. I’m just being weirdly paranoid. Everything’s fine. I decide to go back to Dr. Preen and continue the session so I make my way back through the tangled halls which are becoming easier to navigate. Just as I approach the door, I hear a muffled voice; Dr. Preen’s voice. She sounds angry, very angry. A slowly move closer to the doorway and lean towards the door.

“I told you, she doesn’t remember. If she did she would have recognised my face,” She pauses. “Of course I was prepared for that situation. If she did remember, she wouldn’t have had a chance to tell anyone about it, I assure you.” Something inside me strikes and tells me to run. Run. Run. RUN.