It seems life is on the verge of perfection for Lola before a threatening figure from her past shows up. Lola realises danger is near, and flees. But she can't run forever, especially not with her precious and vulnerable little sister Lindsey by her...
I wake in what seems to be the early hours of the morning and I know we have to leave. I don't k ow where we're going to go. To be honest, I hadn't thought this far ahead. I panic a little when I think about me and Lindsey, alone in the world. It isn't long before I force myself to stop worrying. Everything will be fine, we just have to take life one situation at a time. Solve problems as they come our way. Who decided that thinking ahead was a good idea anyway? I still can't shake this anxious feeling. I roll onto my side and see Lindsey. I smile at her little face. So peaceful. I feel like cursing at myself when I realise that we didn't use the blanket I packed in my satchel. What an idiot!
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Gently, I tap Lindsey on the shoulder and she wakes. Sapphire eyes stare up at me and her mouth curls into a smile. "Hi Lola." She whispers. "Time to move L-Pop." Instantly regretting waking her because she looked so peaceful, I help her to her feet. Scoop up my satchel I take hold on Lindsey's hand and we make our way down the ramp. The main entrance door at the front is locked. "It was a challenge getting into this barn last night," I'm starting to panic."I don't know how we're going to get out." --------------------------- My sister rubs her eyes and yawns. She then raises her chubby right arm and points at one corner of the barn. I follow her finger but find nothing but a pile of tools. A shovel, a rake, a broom and some small hammers lying on the floor. "What?" I've no idea what she's trying to show me. "Hammer! Bang bang bang the wall!" Lindsey explains, agitated. "I couldn't do that! Thats would be damaging property." "Just do it Lola." She's right, of course. I'm pretty sure the butcher will be here any minute to open the shop. Then we'll be in trouble. "Fine." I try to eliminate the obvious worried tone from my voice but it seems to come through anyway. I trudge over to the pile and extract the largest hammer. Pushing my feet against one wall, sitting on a pile of hay, I reach forward and hit wooden panel. It makes a considerable amount of noise and I worry. I continue, though, and the wall soon starts to disintegrate into wood chips. Once I've made a big enough hole for us to crawl through, I fall backward onto the hay, panting. My arm aches.
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I hear Lindsey clapping from across the barn and I can't help laughing. We go on all fours through the hole. --------------------------- We wander the town for the next few hours, watching the streets slowly fill with townsfolk. I make a point of staying far away from the butcher and bakery, just incase. Lindsey is finally showing signs of becoming tired of the town, which couldn't come sooner for me as my feet are aching and I'm dying for a change of scene. I've no idea where we're going, but we hitch a ride on the back of a milk float, without the driver's knowledge. The milkman must be going far because we sit on the back of the float foe what feels like hours. Lindsey falls asleep on my shoulder, which I can tolerate due to our lack of sleep last night. The milkman hums from time to time, but other than that, the journey is blissfully quiet. It's breathtaking to sit and gaze out at the incredible English Countryside. Lush green hills resemble patchwork blankets, separated out into fields, or fabrics. The most wonderful of all is the golden wheat fields, glistening in the sun. It is not hot today, not cold. Just right. --------------------------- My heart sinks as the countryside fades into another town. I'm not sure where we are, but the milkman is stopping so I hoist a sleeping Lindsey onto my back and sprint a few metres away from the float, so we don't arouse suspicion. This town is bigger than the small town near the house. There are tall, unshapely building lining the cobbled streets, and anyway you look there just seemed to be more of the same; shops, cobbles and looming blocks of brick. There is also a considerable amount of people. By this I mean a lot. The street is alive with people. All kinds of people! I don't think I could hear my own voice over the hubbub. Lindsey has awoken by this stage. "Where are we?" It seems she is as awestruck as I am by our curious surroundings. "I don't know where we are." I admit. Suddenly, I feel a force tapping my shoulder. I turn faster than I've ever turned before, shocked. "You're a bit jumpy, Miss!" Before me stands a boy, not much taller than myself. What stands out to me about him the most is his raven black hair. Mama once told me that nobody had truly black hair, just very dark brown. Evidently, Mama had never seen this boy. Once I'm done revelling in the glory of his hair, I speak. "Can I help you?" I wonder what he wants with two disgruntled looking girls. "Just wondering if you were alright! You look awful worn out." I narrow my eyes in suspicion. If me and Lindsey are going to be on the run, we can't afford to give up to many details to the people we meet. "I think we're fine." I say. A small voice contradicts from over my shoulder. "No, we're not! I'm hungry. Do you have cake?" "Lindsey!" I warn. But the boy just laughs, showing a pair of very clean looking teeth. "Listen here, ladies, you must let me take you back to my place. My family don't mind letting you use out washroom, and if you don't mind me saying, it don't look like you got any other place to go!" "Fine." I turn my nose up. I can't stand charity, but Lindsey is in bad shape and I hate to admit it but the boy's right. "Follow me then!" He leads us through the bustling crowd. "The name's Edmund by the way." "Edmund Pointer."
