Chapter 1-
Why does it always rain in England? Back in Australia almost every day was worth waking up for, even in the winter. If Dad hadn't left Mum without any money after the divorce we would be on the white sandy beach right now, sunbathing and watching the crystal blue sea crawl along the shore.
The paper boy walks up our drive as I stare at the grey sky full of nothingness. Seekers peek (my bore house (my school)) is an all girls school, so I never really mix with the male human. When he catches my eye I turn away quickly remembering what mum told me about staying away from older boys, but he looks about my age so I give him a quick smile before sliding away into the kitchen.
Mum is reading the paper whilst I tell her about my first day of year 8. Mums always telling me about how I need to make new friends and get out from under my rock, ''God didn't make other people to love us, Zara, but for us to love them''. I never can understand how she looks at things, to me its just about getting through what's ahead - by yourself. I've never been good at making friends, I'm fine on my own, I mean schools rubbish anyway so why share the rubbishness with someone else? I'm not a complete loner. I've got ginger snap (my ginger cat), she's my friend and I suppose Millie at school that I usually get put into partners when everyone's paired up is my friend. I don't think mum is bothered about MY day and how I feel because she keeps going on about how much she hates her boss, so I take this as a sign to go away.
Up in my room ginger has made her own athletic course in my room using my clothes and shoes and toys. I join in hopping onto the different objects and making sure not to fall into the carpet larva. Ginger keeps bouncing on my head and scratching my face, which I know he's only playing but her claws are really sharp. We do this for at least an hour before Mum comes up with a hot chocolate. We snuggle for a while in bed and talk about books and films. And Dad. I suppose I do miss my Dad sometimes but I didn't see him that much when him and Mum where together anyway so there honestly isn't that much difference without him. But I do miss the souvenirs' he used to bring me when he worked away and the games we played together on weekends when he wasn't working. I think that Mum misses him the most though and some nights I can hear her quite muffled sobs through the wall.
I wake up in the middle of the night to a scratching sound coming from downstairs. I'm worried its a burglar so I grab a pair of blunt scissors and go investigate. I come down to find ginger clawing at the back door. She looks up at me with desperate eyes and shrieks. After trying to calm the cat down, I open the door slightly and the silvery moon beams through the tiny gap, illuminating the room. Before I can stop her ginger nudges the door open and runs outside. The air around us is deathly still and a shiver runs up my spine. The dewy grass is cold under my bare feet and the small sharp gusts of wind sting my lips. Ginger is darting her head from side to side with her ears pricked up. Something urges me to walk forward and look behind a bush.
Behind a branch the paper boy is sitting on the hard ground with his legs crossed. He has his eyes closed and his breath is slow and heavy. I stand there for a while gawping at him, what does he think he's doing? He can't just meditate in my garden. Suddenly his eyes shoot open and look straight ahead. He's pretending I'm not hear so I decided he probably is expecting me to say something.
''Um, hi. I mean, um. Who are you?'' I blurt out. The paper boy looked at me with a blank expression on his face, and didn't say anything.
''Just tell me why on earth are you meditating in my garden?'' i added, the gusts of wind where stronger now and i didnt think i could survive much longer in my pjamas. ''Hellloooohaaa?'' I tried to make myself sound cool but the dryness of my throat just made my voice sound all croaky. And not cool.
I think I might die from hypothermia in my own garden, in the middle of the night, next to a meditating person who I don't know. God my life is weird
