Alone

Chapter 1

Hi everyone!! 

I wrote this story for school and surprisingly it turned out very well!

It is fully edited and so I hope you enjoy it!

This was my first ever narrative and I'm pretty proud of it.

xx Sunnysal

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Chapter 1

Cordelia’s POV

I was drinking my iced water casually at my favourite cafe, the Blue Button, doing my favourite activity - figuring out a crossword.

I was stuck on this one, the last clue being, goalies at the zoo? (7), and I had no idea what the answer was at all.

I took one of my regular breaks, and was about to ask the waitress for a cake, when something (or more correctly) someone caught my eye.

It was man wearing a beige trench coat, bowler hat and a bright red scarf. It wasn’t his peculiar choice of clothes that caught my eye; it was that he was pretending to read a newspaper.

I knew he was pretending because not only was it out of date, his eyes were not moving.

I could tell that he was following someone; I’ve seen too many crime movies to be fooled. But the question was, who?

To try to find out I looked down appearing to do my crossword and out of my peripheral vision I see it. He glances up and looks at… ME?

Gary’s POV

I looked up over the top of my newspaper and saw that annoying brat who I have to trail still there.

Why me? Surely they could have spared a newbie, but nooo, they had to choose me who has served them for eleven years to do such a petty job. I mean you’d think that my skills could be put to much better use.

The sooner this was done the better. All I needed to do was track the kid, find out if she was what they thought she was, and if so bring her back – preferably alive.

Which brings me to my next question, how can I find out if she was what they thought she was?

Cordelia’s POV

He couldn’t know could he? “No Cordelia, don’t think like that, you’re only paranoid, after all you’ve been in hiding for a year and nothings gone wrong yet,” I told myself. I got up casually and walked over to pay.

“Thanks Bridget”, I said. “I always love coming here”.         

“Of course you do, you come here like every day!” She said. I laughed, as it was true.

I then went to my second favourite place in the world, the aquarium. I’m more of a water person than most people, but nowadays I can’t show it as it’s too dangerous.

I don’t like how the sea creatures are kept in tanks, but at least they aren’t being hunted or living in polluted water.

As I walked past my favourite tank – the dolphins – I looked behind me and saw the same man whistling and ‘reading’ a sign on sharks.

Suddenly, the dolphins knocked against the glass, finally realising just who I actually am, and the man looked at me… and smiles. Just smiles.

And that’s when I realised just how much trouble I was in.

Gary’s POV

A sudden noise startled me. I looked up and saw dolphins banging against the glass as if they wanted to be near the brat… wait a second… dolphins wanting to be near the brat? Wouldn’t that mean that she was what they thought she was? Yes, yes it would. 

I looked up and saw her staring at me, and my face broke out in a grin. I’d found her, and she knew it.

Cordelia’s POV

I backed up and ran, pushing people out of my way as I went. I could hear him right behind me.

As I exited the building I was already panting, not because I’m unfit (I’m actually very fit for my age) but because I have what you call asthma, although for me my case is quite different to a normal asthma case.

Anyway, as I jumped over a garbage bin, I kicked it over with my foot as I landed; I heard an “Ooof!” sound behind me. Smiling grimly to myself I entered the web of alleyways that I had spent the last year memorising just in case something like this happened. I knew it would be the perfect place to lose someone.

You see this isn’t the type of place that any average girl would go to; in fact parents would usually warn their children to stay far away from there.

The rubbish filled alleyways hide many of the city’s poorest and most dangerous citizens. People who live here will do anything to survive.

As I passed a doorway I saw old Jim sitting on the doorstep in a nest of old clothes looking at me without any expression. No hope, sadness or even despair was on his face. It was just blank.

People around here don’t usually wear any expression on their faces, unless they are a newbie, because there’s no reason to have any.

Every person they beg to will always turn them down, every bin they look in will never have anything useful in it and every promise for something better is always broken. After a while emotion is sapped out of them I guess.

I paused catching my breath next to him. “Here” I said as I handed him a $20 note, “I wish I could give you more, but this is all I have on me.”

“S’okay” he replied gruffly, “every bit counts.”

“I need to go,” I puffed.

As I left I heard him mumble, “Always getting into trouble that one”.

“Too true!” I shouted back to him.

Suddenly I heard heavy footsteps behind me and spied a large old oilcan. Hoping that it worked I poured the contents behind me, dropped it and sprinted around the corner; then turned left, right, right, left, forward then right and ducked behind a bin, pulled out my puffer and took some deep breaths thinking to my self, “Man this would be so much easier if I wasn’t a mermaid!”

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I hope you enjoyed it and like the story.

Yes, Cordelia looks the same as the character Scarlett in my story This Girl Plays With Fire, and I think that that's because I imagine all my characters like her. 

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xx Sunnysal