Again, I awoke to darkness. One of the many pleasures of living in an attic. I quickly checked the clock display. Only another hour until the breakfast call at 6. A tap of a button could tell me the date, but I didn’t need to know. The dreaded day was here, this time it was ten years. The big one-oh. Great.
Since I was three, I have been obsessed with the supernatural… vampires in particular. The blood-sucking, tireless fiends ceased to amaze me. My parents then disappeared on my sixth birthday, leaving a crescent shaped mark on each pillow, exactly where their necks would have been. Since then, I have been live in a stingy loft in the middle of the Yorkshire moors: too grand a house for an orphanage!
But it was here – my sixteenth birthday. I had enough cash to leave my little loft, and would get an added bonus from the Kindles – they ran the orphanage – to get my own place.
A loud bang came from the trapdoor. Jess was awake, at last. Jess was practically a sister to me. We shared birthdays, we had the same violet eyes, we used to live next door to each other, her parents disappeared on the same day as mine, leaving the same mysterious mark. She was just more “practical” and got upset easier. Sometimes, it was impossible to tell us apart: we both had short black hair, a violent shade of violet eyes, and we always wore black. Black, black, black. The only colour my wardrobe consisted of. The colour of night. The colour of death.
“Jenna?” An almost timid voice came from the trapdoor, the only escape from my haven. “You awake?” It was Jess, the only one who shared my “mind”.
“No, I’m still sleeping. Grab us the jeans on the chair will you.” I had my top half on when, and maybe I imagined it, I heard a sob from the direction of the trapdoor. “Jess?”
“Yeah?” a tearful reply came back, “Sorry, it just…” she mumbled
Before I knew what I was doing, I got across the confined space in two strides. I grabbed Jess in to a hug, and whispered into her ear “Don’t cry. Sisters need to be stronger. Come on, we need to get something to eat before we start packing.”
Jess smiled as she broke out of the hug “Oh yeah… happy sixteenth Jen.”
“Back at you. Think you need to sort your makeup out again. Your mascara is running away with your eyeliner.”
Smiling, we both slid down the trapdoor, to face the day. And the Kindles horrid porridge. Jess and me, well, we would rather eat the cook than the porridge!
Down the hall, the mail. Two letters for me. Two letters for Jess. We both ripped open the almost identical brown, official-looking envelope. Jess beat me to looking inside, and screamed with shock and joy.
“No way!” she screamed “No way, no way!”
I opened my envelope wider, and pulled out the note.
It read –
Congratulations on turning 16 Jennifer Batfly.
This envelope contains a small share of your inheritance.
Your bank account has been credited with the remainder of the money.
I stopped reading after ‘remainder of the money’, and reached in to count the money. £5,000, all in 20 pound notes. Was this some kind of joke? Had I really just inherited three million pounds? It was then I looked up and saw Jess, puzzled and staring at me with wide eyes. She held out her hand and letter. We switched only to find identical letters. We were now both millionaires. Impossible but true.
I had spent the last few months looking through estate agents catalog’s (we weren’t allowed on a computer or out of the house) and me and Jess had figured it was best to share a house. We didn’t want to spend all our money on the house, so we settled on a small house in an equally small city. Tomorrow and we would have our own house. Tomorrow and we could start to find our parents. Little did we know what we would find in this little house…