“What’s up?” Freya asked Margaux when they got into the library. Margaux led her to the table and placed the book down.
“Your last name’s Silverstone, right?” Margaux asked her.
“Yeah,” Freya said, “What’s the big deal about that?”
“It’s a ‘big deal’ because when my mum was ‘hallucinating’, she said your surname,” Margaux explained as she leafed through the yellowed pages.
Freya shuddered, “That’s not a good joke, Marge,”
“I’m not joking,” Margaux said, still leafing through the pages.
“What are you looking for exactly?”
“Your family tree,”
Freya flinched, “What?” she asked, “Why will my family tree be there? That book looks really worn out and I don’t think my family’s that old.”
“Found it!” Margaux exclaimed.
“Seriously?”
Margaux pointed at the page, “Silverstone family line!”
“Okay, that’s just creepy,” Freya said.
She looked at the page Margaux was pointing. The family tree dominated two pages. “I have a big family,” Freya said, “who knew?”
“Your family must’ve been related to Area 51.” Margaux said.
Freya shrugged, “Maybe my family is from another planet.”
“But…how?” Margaux asked nobody.
There was a pause. Margaux was staring into space as Freya turned to the next page of the book. “Marge…?”
“I’m thinking, Freya,” Margaux snapped.
“I don’t care,” Freya snapped back, “just look at this.”
“What’s so important?” Margaux said then looked at where Freya was looking at. “It’s a sketch of a house, so what?”
“That’s not just any house, Margaux,” Freya said, “that’s my house.”
“What?” Margaux asked, “No way,”
“Look,” Freya said as she turned her iPad on and tapped the Camera Roll. She browsed through the images for a few seconds then finally found the picture. Freya tapped it then gave it to Margaux.
Margaux compared Freya’s picture and the sketch, “It’s not the same,”
“Well, of course it isn’t. Our house was renovated when I was a little kid.” Freya said then pointed at the tree standing a few yards away from her house. “See that tree? It was supposed to be cut down during the renovation, but my dad told the carpenters not to. I asked him why, and he told me that the tree’s been there for centuries.”
Margaux examined the image on Freya’s iPad and finally spotted the tree. She looked at the sketch on the book and saw a rough drawing of the same tree at the very edge of the page. Margaux put down a finger at it, “There it is,”
“Yep,” Freya said.
“But how are you so sure that this really is your house?” she asked Freya.
“I’ve seen old pictures of our house,” Freya answered.
“But why is a sketch of your house here?” Margaux asked.
YOU ARE READING
Area 51
Science FictionFreya Silverstone has an unusually secretive family. She simply shrugs it off, but when she gets whisked off to a top secret government facility, Freya finds out that her family needs to start explaining things to her. Margaux Chevalier needs to kn...
