Love is in the air when Fiona Frauenfeld arrives. New friendships, new relationships, new experiences. But its not all fun and games for eight certain Year Tens. Death, isolation, fear, and much more await.
I do not own MPHFPC, they belong to Ransom...
Harvest week had just finished, and so was Friday. I hates Fridays. My dad made me go to dance class after school on Friday. "Hey, Bronwyn. Where are you going?" Fiona asked as we left PE together. I was still in my kit compared to Fiona who hadn't got one yet. "Dance class, my dad made me." I said, blushing wildly. "Oo! I love to dance! On my own, obviously. Never in front of anyone else." "Not even... Hugh?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her. Fiona blushed like a tomato before hiding her face in her hair. "Shut up, Bronwyn." She giggled. "Call me Wyn, we're friends now. Everyone else does. Just, not recently because we didn't want to make you feel... Odd." Fiona nodded and began to emerge. "Your hair is lovely, ever so nice and thick compared to mine which is lanky and short because I get dry ends if its long." I said. "I think you have lovely hair." Fiona smiled towards me.
"If you don't want to go tonight, come to my place. We recently got Illumination Sing on DVD. According to the adverts, its gonna be great." I did think twice before saying yes. I found my dance friend Lorna Avanue to tell my dance teacher, Mrs Wren, that I wouldn't be going tonight. "I like your new friend," she whispered to me before hurrying to the Sports Hall.
Fiona smiled and lead me to her house. When we got there, her mother seemed really nice, and so did her sisters. But there was no way all four of them were related. I mean, one girl was Chinese! And Fiona's mother had an Australian accent, whereas Fiona's was Irish.
"Fiona... Are these people blood relatives?" I couldn't help but ask. Fiona looked at me. "No, but their as good as Mary-Anne is my new mum, the girls are my new sisters and Cody's my new brother. And of course Martins my new dad." She pointed at everyone in the living room on turn as she said their names. "Where's your real family?" I asked. Fiona grabbed my arm and dragged upstairs to her and Cody's bedroom. She sat down on Cody's bed and I did also, wrapping my arms round her shoulders.
"You see, a little while ago I lived in Ireland. But, well, something happened. They accused me of being witch so I had to leave. I haven't told anyone one this... Except maybe Hugh." I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she blushed, trying to hide under her carrot hair. I shook myself off. "I'm so sorry, Fiona. This is a terrible, terrible thing! So, what happened to your real parents?" "Well, when i was there, my mother killed herself for me, and my father told me to run. She's been dead a while now but... It wasn't until recently that i found out that the loss of his family gave my dad a brain tumor and he's died too. I feel lost without them. When I first came here, Mary-Anne said that I could go back any time I liked so long as it was safe. I'm never getting back to Ireland now." Fiona began to cry and face planted her pillow.
As I stroked her hair, I noticed some paper in a drawer. As I got close, I realised it was art work. Amazing, very detailed, art work. "Fiona, are these yours?" I asked. Fiona looked up slightly. "Yes." She muttered before facing her pillow again. "Can I look thought them please?" "Yes."
They were all really good; there were twenty-eight. But there was three that really caught my eye:
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