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Upside down Prologue

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It was early morning. Quincy Archer could tell by the bright sunlight streaming in through her windows, despite the fact her curtains were a thick black material. She looked at the clock on her bedside table. Six-o-one a.m. Still too early to get up. Quincy thought. She rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. No luck. I really don’t want to be tired for the first day of school do I? Then she remembered something. It wasn’t just the first day of school. It was the first day of year eleven in the most prestigious academy in the whole wide world. Great, Quincy thought and I'm going to throw up my non-existent dinner from last night. Closing her eyes and listening to the sounds from outside, she went over the last few weeks in her head.

Saturday, about two months ago (before the last week of year ten), Quincy received a letter from the head mistress of a very famous, very prominent school, replying to ‘her’ application with an, ‘acceptance award’. She didn’t even remember applying. Quincy had then called her mum into the room to tell her the news. As it turned out, it was Quincy's old school that had suggested to her mother to sign Quincy up for the academy. Quincy’s mum had ‘realised what a great opportunity had come up for Quincy and used the chance’. Ha ha, great, thanks a lot mum. Quincy thought, less than pleased.

The first Monday of the holidays, Quincy had bought a house and moved into it. Her mother had given her the house calling it ‘giving her a head start’. Quincy called it ‘I’ve sorted out your future for you so get lost’. So at just sixteen, she left home by force. Luckily, it was her mum who had paid for Quincy’s small one bedroom house, and who had given her the account number, password, credentials, and so on, to an account for Quincy to get started and settled with. Quincy told herself that only if she really needed it, was she going to use the account. She wasn’t too upset with it but the academy was closer to where her new house was and she had asked her mum if she could move out soon. She laughed at the Quincy in the memory, who was so surprised and a little bit upset about moving out, and had thought that her mother would never, ever, ever, ever take up the offer while she was under 18.

Quincy’s house isn’t very big, but it isn’t exactly tiny. It has a bedroom and connected ensuite (the bath has water jets!), a small kitchen, a lounge room, a bathroom and a study. In the bedroom there is: a double bed (big enough for three!), a built-in wardrobe, a tiny corner-desk & chair and a bedside table with a simple lamp on top. There definitely wasn’t the same scarcity of furniture throughout the rest of the house, as there was in Quincy’s room.

Quincy stayed with her mum for Christmas (on her mother’s insistence), and had invited over a few friends to her new house for a New Year’s Eve party, but for most of the rest of the holidays she had studied and worked. Quincy ‘worked’ as an artist, earning quite a good salary on each painting. Quincy regularly brought home cheques for more than a thousand dollars, and often more than one at a time! From there Quincy had gone on to paint a picture a day, so she got all of her friends and family a present each, for Christmas.

And that brought her to last night. Feeling sick with worry, Quincy had finished and sold a few more paintings, put the money across to her own account, and fallen asleep in her bed, after turning off her laptop and putting it away, without even a thought about dinner.

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Quincy had a brand new house to live in, but that wasn’t going to be very easy if she didn’t get some furniture and cooking appliances, like a microwave, a stove and oven. So that’s why Quincy started painting. For about three or four days Quincy was eating take out, but after her paintings started to take hold, and as she was becoming more and more popular, she started to get lots of better equipment and her house was soon full of things.