Hi! Since we've finally reached the New Year (Happy New Years from this lil' Australian btw) I've decided to publish the first chapter. Woohoo! Took me long enough ?
First off, don't be silent! vote, comment, whatever you want, we could be friends... Too soon? we'll leave friendship to the next chapter.
Secondly, thank you for reading my trash, I hope the ugly aesthetic makes up for it somewhat? I mean it looks like shit I'm sorry *throws hands in the air*.
Thirdly, I hope you enjoy and stick around for the rest of the journey. Let the story begin ☺
- ruth(more or less) ♡
p.s. this is dedicated to Ezzzzzzy because I just had the most awesomest night with her.
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THE HOMECOMING OF Egon Thompson is one which sparks fizzing rumours a month before it occurs.
On October 10th, 2010; an exact month since the first bubble of incredulous thought concerning his family's return Dalileh walks towards a bland building. Its architectural excellence blends well with the symmetrical garden entrance. The front of East Hills Private is tensely silent; Dalileh is late and she knows that won't sit well with the roll call teacher, Mr Cunningham.
Her signature sigh escapes her downturned lips as she heads into the building and towards her locker. The school's semblance to a prison reverberates through the dull colour scheme of navy blue lockers and pale blue walls with epoxy flooring. But its marginally better than the tattered environment of the schools downtown so Dalileh never complains.
As she reaches her locker she notices white blobs across the entire row spelling "MURDERER" in threatening clouds which must've provided comedic relief to the ones who did it. Dalileh groans and ignores it; it's not the first time and has caused heaps of students to switch lockers. Grabbing her things from her locker with her eyebrows knit together in concentration until she hears Melanie's voice ringing down the hallway.
Looking in the direction of Melanie's voice she sees her carrying a blue sponge, a water bottle, a bottle of soap, and a bag of steel wool. When she approaches her the first thing Melanie says is "Don't argue with me, I'm cleaning it up. Just get your ass to roll call before Cunningham whines to the principal about you again."
Dalileh purses her lips and nods walking away from Melanie and the shock painted across her face. The tiredness weighed on her eyelids from a lack of sleep the night before; spending the night staring at her ceiling, afraid of the nightmares which would haunt her. This tiredness prevented her from having the energy to argue with Melanie, and prevented her from having the energy to create witty remarks when Mr. Cunningham asks "Why are you late?" with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
