the empty Frame

Chapter One

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For Joe, with love always

There is no fear in love; but perfect love create the out fear: because fear hath torment.

1 John 4,18

Floss was fed up. She was looking at herself in the mirror and she didn't like what she saw, neither her mop of dark hair, so frizzy and of coarse ("pan scrubbers" a boy had said once) nor her stupid little nose, nor the fact that she was too short to ba an actress and seemed to be putting on weight. She didn't even like her name. Floss was short for Flossie, and both were short for Florence. She hated all her names this morning, she wanted someonething dignified and mysterious, a name like Hepzibah or Beatrice, something with history behind it.
"Sam what do u think Lady Macbeth'd name was?" she asked her brother, who was sprawled across the floor looking at a map. He too was stocky and short and he too had a pan-scrubber hair, through it didn't seem to bother him. "Dunno. Mavis I should think"
Floss threw her book at him. It was Mum's complete Shakespeare, it was big.
"Ouch ! For heaven's sake, Floss."
"Sorry." She rescued the book, relived to find that it was still in one piece. "It's just that I'm so depressed. I'll never get this part. My hair's not right and I'm too short. They'll give it to Anna Houghton. She's tall and got the most brilliant hair."
"Looks aren't everything," Sam said. "Anna Houghton's dim, anyhow. I bet she doesn't understand the what the play's about. Whitch bit are u doing, anyway?"
"The sleepwalking scene, where she comes on wringing her hands, when she can't get rid of the guilt about the having murdered the old king. It's funny, when they actually kill him she's the strong one. Macveth behaves like a real wimp. But when things start catching up with them she's the one that goes mad."
"And what happens?"
"She kills herself-but not on stage."
"Glad about that," Sam said. "I don't fancy watching u do that to urself. Go for it anyhow, that's what Mum and Dad said. I bet you'll get it." Floss curled up again in her chair and she tried to get the lines into her head. Their year was putting on Scene from Shakespeare for the school's Christmas drama competition, and she wated to be lady Macbeth. She had planed tgst the part word-perfect by the end of the summer holiday, but now they were going away and she wasn't sure she'd be able to learn all the lines. Perhaps she'd relax, instead of swotting up Shakespeare. The audition might be too nerve-racking. Anyhow, there was Magnus. Mum and Dad had said they must look after him. "Do u think it'll be all right, going away with Magnus?" she asked Sam. At first he didn't answer, merely crouched lower over his map. Magnus, the boy their parents are fostering and who now lived with them, was a subject they found it difficult to discuss. They both had strong feelings about him.

Thats it I'm ending it there there is more on the page but I can't do it bec I'm too tired so their will be more tomorrow. Maybe? But yeah like I said that's it hope u have a nice day/noon/night whatever

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