A Very Well Titled Book -Elisabeth Humphries

Chapter 5

Over the next month, we got into a routine. There are some things I quite like about a routine, like how I don't really have to think about what to do any more or what to wear. But I do dislike how mindbogglingly boring it is. Sometimes - extremely uncharacteristically I might add - I'll rebel and go out to visit  a friend for a bit of a change. 

       Buki started living at my house, his mother got told the truth and had no choice but to believe us (Do you see a recurring theme here?) she agreed that it would be far more practical for my training if he lived closer. My Mum found a very large dolls house she used to play with and fashioned a room for him from the walls and furniture. My Dad chipped in by making various bits of furniture bigger, putting all the walls together and making a rather attractive circular roof for it. It ended up looking like a mini six-walled garden out house, but Buki was delighted with it.

       He did originally want to go in the garden, but Autumn set in and the wind was bettering him around far too much. We moved him to the living-room, but after a day of tripping over it, we decided that that wasn't going to work at all. He ended up living with me in my room. 

"Why are yours and your parents rooms so big?" He asked when we were moving him upstairs.

"Well, we used to live in an extremely small house and although I'm an only child we hated being cooked up like that, we didn't even have a garden. We saved up and moved here when I was ten, Dad started a hand crafted furniture business and made our own furniture so we got by money- wise  that way. Upstairs, there were four rooms; two on each side of the hall. My parents hate having guests over, so we combined them all and were delighted with the result." 

       My Dad made a curtain poll and fixed a very long curtain dividing my over- large bedroom. This meant that Buki was able to knock on the wall and pull the curtain aside rather than trying to ask me to open a door for him because he wasn't strong enough. We both respect each others privacy naturally because we are both only children and ended up liking the sudden company. 

       Unsurprisingly, I got used to not going to school very quickly but from time to time, I Skype my friends and aske them to just talk about school and how boring it is because I do sort of miss it. Buki signed me up to private classes which included: Free running on Mondays for air, tai-chi on Tuesdays for water, tai quan do on Wednesdays for earth and Karate on Thursdays for fire. Each instructor was told about me, my powers and how I was to develop them, they were paid by some convenient source that Buki contacted. (I have a sneaking suspicion that it's something to do with the Prime- minister, but thinking about that overwhelms me.) I go to these classes for three hours (1-3pm) and am thoroughly enjoying the free- running and tai- chi but I dread the others. Buki says that my personality should reflect the elements I get along with better. I am doing all right in these classes but am only able to produce a tiny bit of each element which is slightly worrying but not a big deal seeing as I'm very new to it. 

       In the evenings I watch Avatar the air bender and all pokemon episodes which mention or have mew in them -this part of my training I have absolutely no problem with. I have discovered many more things about my new from like the pouch with water in never runs out of water, which is inspired by 'the magic porridge pot' story which I constantly read when I was younger. And some more really awesome things from my previous love of Twilight, hardly ever getting tired and having an amazing memory. Every time I have an idea about my new form, I get a small voice in my head which affirms my suspicion or tells me that I'm wrong, so I'm asking it things all the time. Buki thinks I'm mad, but it gives me peace of mind. 

       I am currently sitting on the floor of our room showing Buki something I learned from Tai- chi. Sometimes small bits of air training come into our classes as well as water. I'm sitting crossed legged, and imagine gathering my energy in my thighs and make a small pocket of air underneath me, this lifts me up the tiniest bit off the ground. Buki commends me for learning something new from my training but the T.v. in front of us blares with the news broadcast that Buki was waiting for. 

"The situation in London has changed but has not improved. The small earthquakes have been getting smaller and eventually stopped last Friday at 2pm. However, from the epi-centre of these earthquakes a dark, black shadow seems to be oosing out of the ground and spreading over London. We ask the public for reports on what happened. 'I was just coming out of boots when this weird thing just came out of the ground in the middle of the street. It spread over the ground quite slowly, but I was so scared I just ran out of the way from it' We have ran some tests and have concluded that it is not harmful but it seems to be making anyone who touches it 'not motivated to even move'. These Spots of shadow are quickly invading other main cities in other countries as well but London has seen the worst of the shadows so far. The world still awaits an explanation that we don't have at the present time. We can only advise to say calm and stay away from the shadows." 

The air pocket disappears and I fall onto the carpet with a plop. 

"We have to go and tell the Prime Minister. Right now."

"WHAT?!" 

"I've been trying to put this off and give you more time, but he has been getting more and more desperate." 

"How will we get there?" 

"I'll let him know and he'll provide transport. In the meantime, you get a speech together."

"A speech?" 

"He'll want you to do a live broadcast." He says and moves to the phone which he lifts off the stand with great difficulty. I lie down and think of an idea of how to explain this to the world. A feeling of nervousness boils up inside of my stomach. The only thing I can think of is to get a picture of myself when I was normal. I go downstairs and look through my photo albums. I get two pictures, one of my face and one of my whole body. I look at them and think about how it was before all of this happened. 'I was so normal' I think to myself. it's a weird thought when your normal self wanted all of this to happen and now it really is happening I would swap lives with her any day. 

       I go to the kitchen and use my Mum's scanner to make a bigger version of the pictures and put them back into there pockets in the albums. Buki comes down and tells me that a car will be arriving in three hours. He says that we'll have to bring my Parents as well so that they can affirm my statement. It's a Saturday, so there both in the living room watching t.v. 

       We enter the room and they see the serious looks on their faces and turn of the t.v. 

"We need to go to London." I say. My Mum nods and says 

"We just saw the broadcast. Do we need to come too?" I nod and she comes over to hug me. I'm not sure why, maybe it's the stress, but my eyes fill up with tears and I let out a sob. 

"It's going to be all right." she says as my Dad comes over and gives us a big squeezy hug and we all let out small laughs. 

"I'm going to have a word with Buki, if that's all right?" He says, looking at Buki. 

"yeah, sure." They both move into the Kitchen Leaving me and Mum. We sit down and I curl up beside her like I used to do when I came downstairs from having a nightmare. We don't talk, we never rarely need to, we just seem to be able to know what the other is thinking. My Dad and Buki walk in -or fly in as the case may be- and my Mum pus on he first Harry Potter which makes us laugh again. Buki comes over to me and sits on my shoulder. He usually does this as he feels awkward with taking up a whole seat by himself. By the time we finish the first film, put in the second one and get to Mr. Weasley asking Harry what the function of a rubber duck is, the door bell rings. I stand up very fast and Buki grabs hold of my hair in a moment of panic. 

"Oh dear. Oh dear oh dear." My Mum takes my hand and walks me up to the door. We greet the driver and sit in the very spacious car and are silent as we are taken to the Prime Minister.