Birth Right

Time for a Change

Chapter 4

I remember being brought back home from the hospital in the back of a social workers car. It had begun raining and I watched as droplets of water washed the down the windscreen. Everything outside looked blurry and unclear. As my English teacher would have said blurry portrays the characters feeling of confusion. I guess that was how I felt at the time but also a grim sense of determination. I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t stay here. I couldn’t go back to school. I knew it was my time to leave. I heard the rumble of the stones under the tyres as the car pulled over the drive to the home. I quickly climbed out and ran inside to avoid the rain that was lashing upon my raincoat. Once, I was inside I ran straight up my bedroom and lay myself under the covers. I heard the door creak open but I remained where I was. They soon left me alone. Then I waited.

A couple of hours later, I woke myself up from the few hours of sleep that I had. I felt like I needed some rest before I got on with what I planned. I crept out from under my covers. I pulled out a backpack hidden behind my wardrobe. I had put it there in case there was a time I would have to make an emergency exit plan. I have one sorted for every place I go just in case the worst happens. I can’t risk getting caught with my abilities. You can’t really expect government authorities to treat me as a normal person and to be honest I was too worried about all the problems and interrogation I would probably get. Especially after everything that happened in the past two days, it was just too big a risk. I had even stole extra bed sheets which I had tied together to make a kind of rope. This was so I could get out through my window. I pulled this out from behind the old pine wardrobe too. I looked in my bag to check everything was there. I had also spent the time to prepare a bag for such a situation.  I had a purse which contained £200 from what I had saved over the past couple of years and lots of leggings and jeans and some t-shirts as well as a rain coat and a torch. Most importantly I pulled the box that I hold most dear. It was the box of memories. I carefully placed it in amongst my clothes to offer some protection. It would break my heart if I allowed any of it to get damaged. I left this bag on my bed and crept quietly down to the kitchen. I grabbed any food that could last a while, tins, crisps, biscuits and my packed lunch for what would have been school for the next day. My heart was beating really fast. The adrenaline from escaping but the nerves from the problems I could encounter. I crept into the office and went over to the safe where I knew I would find money. Of course I knew the code, I read their minds. It was 06112003. I had to be prepared for any possibility. I found a further £200 in money. I picked it up and crept towards my room.

I left a note for Scarlett. I couldn’t just leave her and not say goodbye. She had been my one and only friend so I had to let her know. I placed it onto my bed.

Scarlett.

Thank you for being my friend. You have been the only person who ever got to see the real me and wasn’t scared or put off by it. I need to go. Things both here and at school have gone past the point of no return. I have to go. I don’t know where or how long I will manage but this is the way it has to be.

Alexandria xx

 I got changed into a pair of trainers, a pair of jeans and t- shirt and a hoody to hide my face. I picked up my backpack now full with clothes, food and money and a smartphone they I had stolen from my dad and got ready to leave. The rain had finally stopped. I opened my window the cool air blew gently against my face. I grabbed the bedding I had tied together and tied it securely around my bed post. I pulled on it with all my weight to make sure it was totally secure and safe to use. I threw the remainder of the bedding out of the window. It reached securely to the ground. I climbed onto the ledge and looked out of the window. It was a long way down. I gripped onto the bedding for dear life. Slowly and quietly I made my way down the wall until I was safely at the bottom.

Treading carefully I made my way across the gravel down to the entrance. I turned round and took one last look upon the care home. It had always made me feel uneasy as soon as I had first seen this place it had given me a feeling of dread. So once again as I lost sight of the care home, I didn’t feel any real sense of unhappiness. I was just praying that I could get some luck being on my own. Maybe, if I was more in control, I could really change what would happen to me. I took my last glance upon the gravel path that led to the care home and the life I wanted to leave me behind. I walked away from everything that night to forget about who I really was and just live life on my own which is how I felt it would always be. I began looking forward to a better future…

In one of the new suites in the tallest building in Europe, the Shard, a man in an expensive suit, was stood drinking an expensive glass of champagne. He was the Chairman. He was concentrating on 3 screens. The middle screen was the biggest followed by two smaller screens either side. The small screen to the left hand side had a smart man talking to him; the other small screen was a businesswoman, small and petite but hardly pretty. The three of them were having a conference call but it was obvious these other two people were less important. On the main screen was information. It held a newspaper article of a girl’s disappearance and her social files.

“Alexandria Burton,” the Chairman spoke, as he swished the champagne round in his glass.

“Yes, Chairman. One of my colleagues noticed the case. After we uncovered more from the father’s murder case and the doubt of some of the offices and then the alleged unexplained accident at the school, we can safely say that this girl has abilities,” the man on the screen answered.

“She has the wrong coloured eyes. This means she is not going to be on our side,” the Chairman replied.

“Do you want us to terminate her when she reappears at some stage?” the man questioned.

“No. I believe that she is totally clueless about her abilities and the greater purpose of it all. So she has now gone into hiding after these past events. I believe the best course of action is to merely watch and be patient,” the Chairman replied, as he changed his attention to the other woman, “Is the extraction of the boy complete?”

“Yes. Everything went as planned and he is now in our main facility in London. He seemed to know a little about the situation and I believe he will be working with us soon enough especially as he has the correct eye colour,” the women smiled, clearly pleased at her accomplishment.

“He is the same age as this girl so therefore my plan is once the girl eventually gets found and is in a more what she believes safe setting, we will send in this boy and get him to bring her to our side,” the Chairman ordered.

The two little screens of the two people then went blank. Clearly the conversation was over. The Chairman smirked. It was only a matter of time before they would have her. This would be far too easy.