Fever Dream Green (Discontinued)

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"So...let's start at the beginning, shall we?"

The woman sat in front of me has her hands clasped together at the cheap, plastic table I'm sat at, in the grey, boring room I'm in. I'm sure you've seen it in the films. Classic interviewer pose. Classic interview room.The woman, a classic interviewer, is prim and proper, hair tied back, suit on. If she's being really informal she may take her blazer off. That's probably her way of being relatable.

I smirk at her question. Where do I begin? I don't even know where the beginning is. Does she want me to tell her my life story? I guess not...

"Well...I suppose I should start when I moved there, to Porlemere. When I was fifteen..."

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"So how do you know if you like it?" Eddie asks.
"What...someone pissing on you? Well...I suppose you just think of it and if you think it's nice then..."

Our train compartment erupts with laughter. I suppose we're both quite hyper, it being the end of school and all that. I am, especially, since Lily and Aggie have sorted everything out. I should probably explain who Lily and Aggie are... but I would have to explain who I am first.

To be honest, there really isn't that much to it. I'm just your average teenager. My name is Fae. Fae Pemberton. I go to a boarding school. I guess I'm fairly popular. That's...it, really.

Lily is my sister. Well, we aren't proper sisters, like genetic or anything. We are more...adoptive sisters. But we did grow up with each other, so we are as good as sisters. Lily is...well I guess the best way to describe her is a free spirit. A bit of a rebel without a cause...or a clue. She's loud, out there, dying to be part of the chaotic action that is the world. I don't know what she thinks she can do, she's only 21, and she behaves like a teenager most of the time. She is still young even if she has been given the free rein of adulthood. I worry about her sometimes. If she isn't careful she'll end up killing herself.

Anyway, I probably need to explain where I live now, or lived...I guess. Most of the time I'm away from home for boarding school. But in the times where I'm not, I find myself at my Auntie Agatha's cramped apartment. It's not as bad as it sounds, I promise you. The place is homely, and it helps that Agatha, or Aggie, as me and Lily like to call her, is really nice. She's a mother to us, and took care of us since we were little. We aren't related to her at all, but you wouldn't think that we weren't. We love Aggie, and our apartment. But we have to move.

The apartment's being torn down, so we have to move. I'm not complaining. Our apartment block was filled with old grannies anyway. That was okay, I just never saw anyone my own age there. I did get a bit bored.

We are moving to a place called Porlemere, an island or something somewhere.So for me I have a lot more monotone, cramped hours in a wacky van, only made bearable by the insane amount of sugar from all the cheap sweets we will be inevitably buying.

I don't like the sound of Porlemere anyway. It sounds...bad. Intense. Strange. Just the word is...unappealing. The only reason we're even moving there is because Lily went to uni there, and reckons it's lovely. And also because she knows people there. All her uni mates are from there. And also also because she has a better chance of getting a job there than where we were. I'm not buying it, but maybe I should stop being so cynical all the time. Lily always says that I should lighten up, enjoy life more. Thinking about it, Eddie says that too.

But I am actually, generally, really excited, even if I don't show it. This is probably the best thing to happen to me in like...ever. It's definitely the most eventful thing that has happened to me in a while. I just hope Aggie and Lily have thought this through and we don't end up in a hellhole.

Me and Eddie talk about our plans for the summer. Eddie is probably going out with his posh family to posh places and going on posh holidays. Eddie's family is pretty posh. I wish I was him sometimes. Only sometimes. His family is stuck up and arrogant. His godfather is a detective who won a case almost two decades ago. Now he's a hero who is treated like a king. His godmother goes along with whatever he says, like a dog. In fact, the only decent people in that family are their children and Eddie's actual grandmother, Evelyn. Evelyn's lovely, so I guess Eddie's lucky he lives with his grandmother most of the time.

It's nearing the end of the train ride home from our boarding school now.
Eddie winces,"Damn. Sweets are running low."
"I know. Maybe when I'm waiting for Aggie and Lily I can get some more. I can practically feel my blood sugar dipping." I giggle.

I feel my phone chime in my pocket. It's Lily.
"Hey Lily."
"Hey. We are nearly-"
"Hang on! I can't hear a word you're saying!" I couldn't. God knows what ungodly music Aggie was blasting. Probably Abba.
"Oopsie!" I could imagine Lily frantically turning the volume down. Oh how I've missed them. "There. Hear me now?"
"Unfortunately."
"Ha. Ha. Ha. So funny." Lily quips, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Anyway we're nearly here. Do you know how long you'll be?"
"Not really. I don't think it'll be too long now though."

Just then I heard an announcement. Ten minutes left. We were approaching the station.
"We are gonna be ten minutes, okay?"
"Yep."
"Cya."
"Cya kiddo."

"That your sister?" Eddie asks.
"Yep. Just her and Aggie wondering how long we'll be."
"You excited?"
"Suppose so." I say grinning.
"Aye! Don't pretend you're not excited. You don't always have to pretend to be so cynical all the time." He always says that.
"Well...it isn't easy to quit being cynical. Being cynical is a lifestyle, a choice. You don't choose cynicism; cynicism chooses you."
Eddie scoffs."Cynicism my arse." For that I kick him. Then the train halts to a stop.

We get our bags and me and Eddie hop off the train together. "You will stay in touch, right?"
"Of course Fae! Why wouldn't I?" I don't know why, but I always get the feeling everyone will, eventually, become sick of me and leave me alone. I guess it's just me overthinking. Again. Or the cynicism kicking in. What can I say; it's a way of life.

Anyway, I hug Eddie and say goodbye to him. I walk out of the train station just in time to see a teal volkswagon van pulling in.

Oh god.