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Lumen.
« on: March 23, 2015, 11:35:50 AM »
So I'm still working on Lumen, very, very slowly but I'm still working on it. After the fall of Tome it became harder to write because every time I wrote anything it sounded horrible and it just got me down to be honest. Moreover, I wanted to share but alas there was nowhere to share. Crits are most welcome as I haven't edited it at all so it's pretty much as it was before because if I start down that path before it's finished then I'll never find my way off it in order to finish the blasted thing. I will release two chapters a week until I reach the point I've come to with my writing. To start off I'll post the first two chapters and then probably post the third on Thursday. Yes, Monday and Thursday for the time being I think.

I'll cease my rambling and without further ado, I (re)present to you:

LUMEN
A Tale inspired by The Ecstacy by John Donne

As 'twixt two equal armies fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls (which to advance their state
Were gone out) hung 'twixt her and me.

And whilst our souls negotiate there,
We like sepulchral statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And we said nothing, all the day
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Helena Irving has lived her life in a world of light that only she can see. That is until she meets Samuel Taylor who reveals to her that she is, in fact, not alone in this world and that there are others out there like her. But even then they are not alone in this world of light. Darkness stalks them and it must be stopped at all costs.
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Chapter One - In The Beginnning
« Reply #2 on: March 23, 2015, 11:43:26 AM »
1. In the Beginning

When I started school I had to draw a picture of my family. I drew my parents, my older brother, the dog and the tortoise. Naturally, the only difference between the dog and the tortoise was that one was a brown blob with legs and a tail and the other was green.

This picture was remarkably similar to what most of the other kids in the class produced but it had one definitive difference. A difference that made my teacher question me. She crouched down next to me. I was colouring a butterfly.

“Helena,” she said, “What are those?” She tapped the yellow scribble on each of our chests.

“The light.”

I carried on colouring. My chubby child hand clutching my crayon, my tongue poking out from the corner of my mouth, my soft brow furrowed; concentrating on staying in the lines.

“What light, Helena?”

I huffed. I put my crayon down.

“The light inside, Miss James.”

And that was that. I started colouring.

“And what is this?”

I looked up. She tapped the yellow blob above my parents. It was joined to the blobs on their chests.

“The happiness Miss James,” I told her. “When my mummy and my daddy are really happy the light comes outside. Everybody has the light but sometimes it is not very bright.”

Miss James had a funny look on her face. She was a very pretty woman, old by my child’s reckoning but young to anyone else’s. She had shiny hair the colour of newly shelled chestnuts and eyes that were not quite green but not quite brown. She towered over us but others towered over her. Her light was dull but her smile was bright.

“Your light does not shine Miss,” I said solemnly. “You are sad.”

 I didn’t know it at the time but Miss James’s fiancé had just broken off their engagement.
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By the time I reached my eighth birthday I realised that I was different. Not vastly different. Not so different those other children made my life hell. Not so different that my destiny was to save the world. But I was different.

I live in world that is full of light. Sometimes it is blindingly bright and other times it isn’t too bad. When I was little I thought others lived like this too but I was wrong. Our lessons mentioned nothing about the light shining from people’s chests and the softly lit orb that can hang above them; connected by glowing tendrils. Not once was this ever mentioned.

The day I explained my drawing to Miss James, she spoke to my mum. My mum spoke to me. They thought I had an over active imagination. I knew I didn’t but I kept quiet about how I see things from then on.
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Chapter Two - Life
« Reply #3 on: March 23, 2015, 11:45:46 AM »
2. Life

“Helena, can you tell me what these two stanzas mean?”

I glanced down at the booklet in front of me. My notes were scrawled next to the text.

“The speaker is saying that they want to be together and there is no battle of wills.” Mrs Gillespie nodded; my cue to continue. “Their souls are coming out of their bodies while they lie there so they can join together. Donne is showing a deep spiritual union which is more than merely the physical connection. While they’re lying there the souls are communicating which suggests a profound love. No one else can see this union but them.”

“Very good Helena,” praised Mrs Gillespie. “Now, Noah, could you elaborate on that at all?”

Relief washed over me. I would have hoped that I got that right.  Ever since the start of the year I had started to understand what I see. I had had an inkling before, as I sat in R.E classes, talking about faith and God but nothing as concrete as this.

The soul is considered to be the non-physical part of a person, the very essence of their being; the spirit which animates the body. People have debated, wrote papers, pondered, philosophised and been confused about the soul. If they came to me I could tell them all about it.

“Your homework is a short essay on the ideas in this poem with specific references to the poetic techniques used to convey them.” There was a collective groan. “No buts. I want something from on Monday from all of you. That includes you Noah.”

Noah grinned. “Of course Miss! Why wouldn’t I bring something in?”

Mrs Gillespie shook her head, smirking to herself. Shaking her dark fringe from her eyes she said, “I want to see how much you’ve taken in about this poem. It doesn’t have to be dissertation length but I am expecting two or three typed pages. Okay?”

We made affirmative noises as her gaze landed on each of us in turn around the table. There were only eight of us, having had fifteen at the start. The bell caught us off guard. Shrill beeps cutting through us; our cue to leave for break.

“Why does she have so little faith in me? I mean I have handed stuff in, it’s just not necessarily been on time or very frequent,” whined Noah as we dodged past some fourth years. The bitter smell of stale cigarette smoke assaulted my nose but not as badly as the cheap body spray they had used to cover it up.

“I think you just answered your own question. It’s not that difficult a poem, just long with lots of repetition of the same ideas . . .”

Although I had intended to give Noah a proper answer, I was distracted. Perhaps visually assaulted would be a better term. High school is not the best place for someone like me. Too many hormones in too small a space. I’ve seen it all. But this, this was one of the worst.

Two emotionally charged fifth years were leaning against a wall ‘talking’ and they were shining fit to burst. There were no glowing orbs. They only wanted sex. That simple. The looks on their faces confirmed it, not to mention the body language. I averted my eyes; it hurt too much to look at.

I braced myself for the common room but thankfully half of the year had descended onto the tuck-shop to get their daily chocolate/ crisp/ fizzy juice fix. Noah and I headed for some seats in the corner- and conveniently next to a radiator- and waited for our friends to arrive.

It was rare at school if I ever saw the light come out; signalling a long lasting and meaningful relationship. More often than not it was only blinding, super-nova lust. I saw one couple in my year that had that deep connection; they would sit next to one another, talking to other people, her hand resting on his and feathery tendrils floating out of their chests to join in one glowing orb above their heads. Their light would always give me hope when my own world was dark.
________________________________________

“I’m sorry, but you have to make a choice. It is one or the other.”

“What? What are you talking about? Why?”

“I won’t stand by and watch her live a half-life.”
________________________________________

“Hello? Is that you? Please don’t hang up! I need to speak to you.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t . . .”

“. . . Hello? Sweetheart, are you there? Fuck.”
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“Helena? Would you set the table for me sweetie?” I looked up from the pad of paper I was working on to see my mum’s head poking round the kitchen door. “Please?”

I nodded and got up. My mum was by the little cooker of the flat we lived in, stirring something that smelled spicy. It was a small flat with two bedrooms, a bathroom, a living room and a kitchen. We didn’t need much; it was just the two of us now.

I set the little table that was crammed into the corner of the living room. It was far too big for the room but Mum got it cheap from a car boot sale when we first moved in. I liked it though, it had character. The grooves were deep and the surface was horribly uneven but Mum and I had varnished it over and over again. Every few months we’d give it another coat so it was incredibly shiny and nearly always had the faint smell of wood varnish.

Mum appeared next to me with two plates of curry as I set the last knife into place. She smiled brightly at me but it was incongruous to the lack of light from her chest.

“Hope you’re hungry.”

“Famished.” Mum smiled and placed the plate in front of me. It looked amazing.

“Oh, I meant to say, you got a letter today. It didn’t have a Uni stamp on it so I have no idea what it is.” She handed me a white envelope.

I sat at my carefully set place and took it from her. There was no indication at all to where it came from; it just had my details and a business class post mark on it. At least it wasn’t another newsletter from Aberdeen trying to entice me to study there. I’d already had three since applying. I took a bite of my food, very aware my mum was watching me, before opening it. Pulling out the one folded sheet of paper I looked at the very official looking script.

Dear Miss Irving,
         It has come to our attention that you will be leaving your educational establishment in the coming months. We would like to invite you to be part of a sample group to evaluate your time within the Scottish Education System.

We are aware that with impending exams you will be focussed on your studies. However, we only ask for an afternoon of your time on the 3rd December to complete the evaluation.

Please confirm your attendance in writing to the above address by the 30th of November. When we receive your reply you will be contacted with more information.

If you are unable to attend then the evaluation will be carried out in your school at another time.

Yours Sincerely,
Amanda Hogg
Scottish Minister for Education.

“So, what is it?”

“An invitation to be a part of an educational survey or something,” I said, passing the letter and properly tucking in to my neglected curry.

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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #4 on: March 23, 2015, 12:23:06 PM »
I don't think I read much past the first chapter of this on Tome-before, but I really like the premise here, and I look forward to seeing where it goes next.
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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #5 on: March 23, 2015, 12:29:26 PM »
Glad to see this one up again, Angel!  I have a vague recollection of where it goes, but it's good to have a refresher. :)

Also, having set up a table of contents using the table function earlier, I feel like I know the trials and tribulations you have faced. :P

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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #6 on: March 23, 2015, 12:30:14 PM »
Love this! :) Can't wait for the next chapter.
I love how there is still the option for an MSN address...

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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #7 on: March 23, 2015, 12:37:21 PM »
Thanks guys!  ;D I'm hopeful that I can write a bit more once I'm home now. I already feel the inspiration coming. The only thing is is that the notebook I used for scribbling scènes and where it's going to go is back home so what I write may not be right necessarily if that makes sense. Bah, I'll work it out.

@Nic see now your appreciate how nice and neat my tables were during my beloved tenure as Glade Mistress. :P And just how flipping frustrating it can be. Ahahaha.
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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #8 on: March 23, 2015, 12:50:12 PM »
I remember Lumen!!!! I liked it and it's captivated me as much as it did back then. I await more...i'd pull up a chair but they're not back yet so a read will have to do  ;) :read:
 

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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #9 on: March 23, 2015, 12:52:30 PM »
Thank you so much Araell!!
I'm glad it hasn't gathered too much dust in the intrim. :P :lovedance:

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Chapter Three - When I was Young
« Reply #10 on: March 26, 2015, 06:42:17 PM »
3. When I Was Young

“Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! Look!” I called. My daddy looked up from his favourite spot under the tree.

“What is it sweetheart?”

“A lady bug!” I thrust my finger under his nose.

The lady bug clung on for dear life. Daddy laughed. He laid his finger on top of mine and let the bug crawl on to it.

“Let’s set this one free, eh? You’ll have given it quite a fright.” I pouted. I had not wanted to hurt it. It was pretty.

Daddy blew his finger lightly and the lady bug took flight. It was gone in seconds. Daddy picked me up, spinning me round. Air whipped around the hems of my linen dungarees and ruffled the lace ruffs of my socks. Laughter flew from my mouth. We glowed brighter than the sun in the cloudless sky. He was all I could see. We were in our own little bubble.

That day I drew my daddy a picture of the two of us. I was flying through the air but he was guiding me, so I wouldn’t fly away out of control. All around us was a halo of yellow scribbles and we had huge smiles on our faces. He told me he’d keep it forever.

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Chapter Four - Inside Out
« Reply #11 on: March 26, 2015, 06:47:47 PM »
[offtopic]Chapter 3 is stupidly short so have Chapter 4 while you're here.[/offtopic]

4. Inside Out

Dear Miss Hogg,
      I think I would rather shove hot needles into my eyes than go to your stupid survey. Ever yours,
      Helena Irving

Dear Miss Hogg,
      Are you in fact a sadistic pig who enjoys making teenagers spend their free time talking about school to people who probably couldn’t care less?
      Helena Irving
P.S. Naeb’dy voted for you!

Dear Ms Hogg,
      I am writing in reply to your letter, dated 15th November, concerning the Student Survey on 3rd December. It would be a delight to attend. I hope to hear from you soon about the details for this event.

Yours Sincerely,
Helena Irving


“Mum, do I really have to go to this thing? I’ll be there all day talking to government people,” I moaned, putting my reply into an envelope.

Mum laughed softly, her clear blue eyes creasing at the corners. “You’ll be being helpful. Think of it as for the Greater Good.”

I shuddered, I hated that expression. There was something about it gave me the heebie-jeebies.

“They’ll be stuffy though.” My words were barely recognisable through the mouthful of envelope. The foul taste of glue coated my taste buds and soaked up all the moisture in my mouth.

Chucking the reply onto the coffee table I relaxed back into sofa. Mum’s shoulder was warm against my arm. Its heat seemed to envelope me; protect me; lull me to sleep. As if it was a lullaby, my eyes drooped. I could almost feel the weights attached to my lashes. A game show jingle reached my ears, offering, as always, a chance to change the winner’s life. This time is was a luxury holiday in Barbados with £10,000 spending money. Sometimes it was a quarter of a million pounds, a brand new car or every manner of gadget under the sun. It always seemed to me like it was offering false hope to those who were in desperate need because the chances of winning were so slim. It was almost cruel.
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Noah Forbes and Sarah Doherty had been my friends ever since 1st year Science and our teacher had put us together at the same corner of the classroom. The rest, as they say, is history.

Sarah was supposed to work with the boy at her desk but she decided he wasn’t to her taste and worked with us for every single experiment. She got away with it because our desks joined in an L-shape in the corner and she was in the seat closest to us. The heartache she caused that guy was actually quite funny. He pinned. She spilled copper sulphate onto his blazer. Not that she had any idea. There could have been a neon sign and Sarah would have been completely oblivious.

In that respect, she didn’t change. Although she may have been oblivious to so many things, that was not the case for her friends. She had an amazing ability to perceive when things were not right with a person and detect even a subtle mood change. There she would appear in a whirlwind of corkscrew blonde curls, ready to solve the wrongs of our worlds. I often wondered if she was like me but Sarah just understood people.

Noah, on that very first period of Science, was painfully shy. He sat with his leg pressed right up again the leg of the table as if wishing to be sucked into it so he didn’t have to speak to people. Being the only person from his primary school class to come up resulted in him being terrified. His dark eyes shifted from person to person in the class, taking in every small detail but dropping his gaze when someone made eye contact. I bribed his name out of him; having forgotten a pencil and me having about five meant he had to speak. I don’t know what processed me to say, “An exchange of a pencil means an unbreakable bond of friendship. You’re never going to get rid of me.”

Either way, it remains true to this day. It took several more periods for Noah to find his voice but our friendship was cemented when he gave me one of his pencils to use. I still have the stub.

Noah is good person to have in an emergency. He’s calm and has the ability to assess situations from all angles and find the best solution. His logic is the best logic I have ever come across and no matter how many times I saw him find the perfect solution for a problem I was still unbelievably impressed.

I was looking in the mirror as I thought about my friends that night. Each time I touched on a happy memory I felt myself grow warm and glow a little brighter. I concentrated on the rays of light that were coming from my chest. It was far more obvious to me because I was wearing a thin vest top and the rays danced out onto my skin in the same way as the sun does through a layer of clouds.

Shutting my eyes I concentrated on one of my favourite memories. We had been camping and stayed up stupidly late talking by the embers of our fire. Each of us formed an edge of a triangle around the dying source of warmth. Our conversation moved from topic to topic, sometimes it strayed into deep and meaningful but mostly staying easy. It was that night I saw my first shooting star. I made a wish. I made the same wish on all six of the stars I saw.

Opening me eyes my mouth fell open. Floating as an undulating mass just above my left shoulder was my soul. I had never seen it before. It emitted a soft glow which lit my little room with a yellowy light. Although it wasn’t terribly bright, somehow there were no shadows in my room. Even from under my bed. I touched the spot where it normally glowed, only to be met with the rope of light that kept it connected to my body. It felt as though I was putting my hand through a warm patch of air, there was absolutely no substance.

“How curious,” I whispered as my fingers tried to find grip on the rope but meeting with nothing.

I don’t remember falling asleep that night. It was so warm and everything suddenly felt so much softer. It was the safest I’d felt for so long that I slept deeply and without dreaming. In morning it was gone. Rubbing my chest I tried to place the feeling I had. I felt surrounded by the surreal but the familiar had returned and I had to carry on with the daily routine.

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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #12 on: March 26, 2015, 07:03:06 PM »
Dear Miss Hogg,
      I think I would rather shove hot needles into my eyes than go to your stupid survey. Ever yours,
      Helena Irving

I love this line. XD Enjoyed this. I really like Helena's... gift? Perception? Ability? And I look forward to seeing where the story goes, what dramas shall unfold.

I still have my chair. I await the next installment. :owl:
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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #13 on: March 26, 2015, 07:11:12 PM »
More Lumen! :applause:  Can't wait until this gets caught up with where it was on Old Tome and we get into the new stuff. :thumb:

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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #14 on: March 26, 2015, 08:59:54 PM »
Thanks guys!  :onfire:

I think Old Tome got up to about Chapter Eighteen/Nineteen but I'm not sure. I'm currently writing Chapter Twenty One so that tells you how productive I've been. Although in the last three days or so i've written more than I've written for months so that can only be a good thing!  :teabreak:

Glad you're enjoying it. :)

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« Reply #15 on: March 26, 2015, 10:15:41 PM »
Nice one Angel. I remember getting up to where she goes to the survey however I don't remember much past that. I've been much the same with my writing recently so I wouldn't worry about not writing a lot. We've all been there  ;)

Keep it coming! 

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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #16 on: March 27, 2015, 12:44:20 AM »
YES!  Losing this story was a bit downside of losing Tome; I really wanted to find out what was going on.  Very much interested in finally finishing this.
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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #17 on: March 27, 2015, 09:13:48 AM »
Thanks again guys.  :hug2:
@Araell: not having anyone to share it with was definitely an issue for me. That, and just not having anyone to talk to about it either, so I'm glad Tome is back! Aha.
@Saint: I'm lucky I even still have it actually. I lost the pen drive that had it on it and my rents got a new computer and almost all of the files on the old one were lost (my music collection for one thing, my iTunes still hasn't recovered), Lumen included. The only reason I have it is because I took all the chapters off Tome and put them into a word document. It wasn't long after I did that that the forum disappeared.
And I too am very interested in getting to the finish.It's just a matter of getting to that point.

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Re: Lumen.
« Reply #18 on: March 30, 2015, 03:47:42 PM »
I managed to catch up at last!  :lovedance:. This is already looking to be a very promising read Angel, I'm definitely looking forward to reading more of this  ;D:read:

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Chapter Five - Pip
« Reply #19 on: March 30, 2015, 10:21:35 PM »
5. Pip

“Little sister!” Why did he always have to sound so happy all the time? “How the devil are you?”

Well I’m still seeing souls. But you don’t know that. I never see mum’s. You can’t know about her. I saw mine last night, but that’s no biggy. I’m off to do a government survey and I’m still waiting for Universities to accept or reject me. Those thoughts flashed through my head in quick succession.

“I’m just dandy, big brother. Yourself?”

The phone was lodged between my ear and shoulder as I tried to get my stuff ready for school. I couldn’t find my poetry book which had all my notes in it. It had been a good morning. Evidently. The house was empty as Mum had already left for work. Just as well, she would have insisted on talking to her eldest child and made me later than I already was when he had called.

Philip, or just Pip as I called him, was in his second year at Oxford studying Law. Every morning he would call me before I went to school with the cheery greeting of “Little sister!” He did it to annoy me obviously but each time he said it I missed him just that little bit more. For some reason he was late calling me that morning, perhaps he had slept in (God forbid) and meant he didn’t call at 7:45am on the dot. I never understood how my lazy, bum of a brother found the energy to drag himself out of bed every morning at 6:00am (on the dot), go for a run, be back and showered in order to talk to me.

“How’s Mum?” he asked, his cheerful tone faltered slightly. He was guarded, wary of what I might say.

“She misses you. A lot. She mentioned something the other day about a care package: contents yet to be disclosed,” I told him. His chuckle danced on my ears despite the dodgy phone connection. “I suspect the usual supply of Wham bars and homemade tablet will be included as always.”

Pip didn’t have many vices but he had a killer sweet tooth. He could tell a sweetener at one hundred paces and took at least three sugars in his tea, if you could call it that; milk with essence of tea would be more accurate. When mum sent her care packages I would try to send various types of rock I came across. His absolute favourite was rhubarb through and he never touched Edinburgh rock; too soft.

“Mmmm, I look forward to it. Oh, and if you find any of that Irn Bru rock again that would be awesome. I let my mates try some and they were mad for it!” I chuckled as I spotted my poetry book lying next to my bed.

“‘How to Make Friends’ by Philip Irving, Chapter One: Bribery,” I teased. Pip’s laugh filled my ear, far too crackly for my liking as it distorted how full of life it always was.

He paused.

“What about Dad? Heard from him?” Another guarded question.

I froze when he had said this. My hand was resting on the poetry booklet on the floor, I slowly stood. I fiddled with the edges. They were dog-eared, despite living in my folder. Pip was quiet. The flat was quiet. I was quiet.

“No.” A cutting pain swept across my chest. My stomach jolted. “What have you got today? Another international law lecture or a tutorial with the crazy Doctor person?”
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I stared hard at my book. Where was he? Why could I not find him? I sighed loudly. I did not like not finding him.

“I know where he is!” laughed Pip from the car seat next to me.

“No fair! S’not you’re book!” I drew the book closer to me. I glared at my big brother.

Pip laughed and stuck his tongue out at me.

“Mu-um, tell him!”

“Philip, let your sister find him.” I squished my face and poked my tongue back.

“Wind changes you’ll stay like that. Then you’ll be uglier.”

I scowled harder and went back to my book. I still could not find him. Too many people at the seaside. That’s where we were going. I closed the book, put it down and peered out the window. Smeared fields whizzed past.

“Are we there yet?” demanded Pip. I brightened. I liked that game!

“Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet?”

“No, now pipe down you two or we go home now,” snapped Daddy from the driver’s seat.

We hushed up. I did not like Daddy being angry. Mummy’s hand patted his arm but Daddy did not respond. The car felt too dark. I shifted myself around on my car seat. We had been driving for hours. It was too cramped in the car. I felt cold but the sun streamed through the window. My bottom lip quivered dangerously.

Pip’s hand appeared and he dropped crackers into my lap. I looked round and he grinned but placed a finger over his lips. I smiled back and we shared the hidden stash of crackers between us.
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School had already started to drag. People, having sent away applications, were restless. We wanted to know what our future held and we wanted to know now. I had started checking my emails compulsively, sometimes up to seven or eight times a day. Every time I logged in I was filled trepidation, my heart would speed up and my leg started to bounce. Usually I was met with nothing new but every so often I would almost have an aneurism when there was an email from Aberdeen. These emails were their E-zine, keeping me nicely up-to-date about life in their Uni. Naturally; these were not the sort of emails I wanted.

I started contemptuously at the stupid E-zine, demanding why it was not an acceptance.

“Any luck?” asked Noah from the computer next to mine in the library. I shook my head and deleted the email.

“You?” He made a face which told me no. “Bummer

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