Petunia's lies

The park- chap.6

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The water was leaking in. Mum will kill me when she sees that I didn’t close the windows. I closed them; and stepped outside. I let the rain soak me. Unlike what happens in stories, the rain didn’t wash away my anger, sadness and my annoyance, but still, and felt cool and refreshing. I stood in the middle of the garden, in a puddle of mud. I just stood there. I didn’t care that I was cold, wet ad dirty. I didn’t want to go back inside. But I will have to eventually. What will I say when they ask why I am in such a state? I could say that… I saw a fox outside and I ran to see it? No, they know very well that I know that the fox would run away immediately. I need a reason, though. I can’t just tell them the rain felt refreshing, they’ll think I’m mad. I need to think of something that could have distracted me enough to get me to go outside, in the rain. Maybe I saw one of my books outside? No, how would it have got there in the first place? I’ll just use the overused and yet unbelievable story. I saw something moving in the bushes and I went to see what it was. I don’t know if they’ll believe it, and I don’t care.

Now I could go back to enjoying the cold rain.

“Mum! Lily’s all wet and dirty!” Lily’s high voice interrupted my rain therapy. Immediately, I tried to look like I was looking at the bushes and stepped closer to them.

“What? What do you mean?” Mum replied, sounding quite confused.

“She’s standing in the rain!”

“In the rain? What? Wait, I’m coming.” Now Mum sounded very confused. She came and joined Lily in the veranda.

“See! She’s just standing there!”

“Well, I can see that. Petunia, what are you doing in the rain?” Time to lie. Again.

“I thought I saw something weird moving in the bushes. I was wondering what it could be, so I went outside. But I didn’t find anything.” I must admit, even to me, my act sounded pretty convincing.

“Well of course you didn’t find anything. What could there be in our garden?” Mum asked.

“Well, seeing as witches exist, there could be anything in our garden.” I muttered so only Lily could hear. I saw the look of shock on her face which only lasted a split second, and she tried to look impassive, as if she hadn’t heard me.

“I don’t know; that’s why I went outside to see.” I said louder so both Mum and Lily could hear me.

“Don’t just stand there! Come in, you’ll get hypothermia if you stay out there any longer.” Huh, she wishes. But I obeyed and stepped in. She told me to go dry myself and change clothes. So much for my new dress that actually fitted me. Oh well, dresses weren’t really my thing anyway. I changed into jeans and a T-shirt. I lied down on my bed, listening to the rain.

“Petuniaa! Come down! Time for pudding!” My mum shouted across the house.

“Coming!”  I said.

Mum had made sticky toffee pudding. Mum, the most healthy food obsessed person you could possibly find, had made sticky toffee pudding. Whoa. She must like Taylor a lot. I guess everyone did.

“Hi.” Saud Taylor.

“Hey.” I replied lamely.

We finished our pudding and were told to go to sleep.

Here’s the problem: Lily and I had to share a room to enable Taylor to sleep in my room alone.

I brushed my teeth and changed into my pyjamas as fast as possible. I was intending on fake sleeping when Lily came, to reduce the effect of us both sleeping in the same room. I hurried to her room. She had beaten me there. And she was doing anything but fake sleeping. She was smiling that fake, overly sweet smile she had. I turned the lights off and slipped in my sleeping bag. Yes, Taylor even took my bed.

“So… what were you doing in the rain?” Lily asked. She was not going to let this go, was she?

“Like I said before, I saw something moving in the bushes and I went over to see what it could possibly be. After all, if witches exist, then werewolves could too.” I replied.

“You’re lying! You wouldn’t have stayed that long in the rain after you realised there was nothing in the rain.”

“Well, I quite obviously did. What’s it to you anyways? And no, you can be relieved, I wasn’t with Taylor; there’s no need to run out crying.” I said viciously.

“Goodnight.” I said sweetly and gave her a taste of her own medicine: her fake sickly sweet smile .I turned away so I wouldn’t have to face her. But before I turned around, I saw the anger on her face.

I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night. No, I didn’t have a nightmare, and I didn’t wake up all hot and clammy, screaming. I simply woke up.  I tried to sleep, but I seriously couldn’t. Lily looked like she was sleeping; if she wasn’t, she was faking pretty well, I must admit.

So I just lied down on my sleeping bag; and thought. Lily, a witch. Taylor, a wizard. Were there other people I knew that were not what I thought they would be?

Could I possibly be a witch? Could I have simply not discovered my powers yet? I don’t know if I was just wondering or if I was hoping.

I remember the days we used to play in the park, and Lily would do all of these unnatural things. And creepy boy started coming. With his overlong, greasy black hair, overlarge jacket, his short trousers and black greedy eyes, he was the most peculiar boy I had ever seen.

He lingered like a shadow, thinking I couldn’t see him. Then he tempted a “Good morning.” when he was a good ten metres from us.  Lily looked taken aback, but she tried to look not at all surprised. Then he came closer to us, flapping his arms like some kind of overlarge bat.

“Why were you spying on us?” I asked him.

“I wasn’t spying.” He replied defiantly.

“You were watching us from the bushes, over there.” I said, pointing at where he had been standing a few minutes ago.

“You have been doing so for nearly an hour.” I said; deifying him to lie.

“I have the right to, don’t I?”

“I hadn’t said you didn’t. I was simply interested as to why you were watching us, that’s all.”

“I wasn’t watching you. Well, not you anyways.”

“So, you were watching my sister?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Yes.”

“And may I ask you why you were watching her?”

“I saw her gracefully flying off the swing, it is only normal that I was interested in seeing something so… wonderful.” Huh, wonderful?

“Yes, it is normal. However, today is not the first time you have been… watching her, or am I mistaken?”

“No, you are not mistaken.”

“Then, why have you been watching her all this time?”

He didn’t know what to say.

“Lily! Come on, we’re going. What’s the point of staying if some stranger is watching us- well, you.” I said, and walked away from the boy. Lily followed me, confused.