I don't have one

The Plane was hot and stuffy. My shoes were on the floor and I was holding

an electric fan in one hand I was trying to read the magazine that was in the

other. Jenny, my care worker, sat next to me snoring loudly. I took my

chance to get away. I slipped my shoes back on and sneaked past the couple

sitting on the other side of me.

I found the toilets without a problem because most people were either

asleep or reading by the lights above them. I slid out the envelope that was

in my jacket pocket. My fingers hesitated on the flap.

 

Dearest Flick

You are probably on your way to America by the time you read this. It is

already too late but I want to say sorry for everything, for hiding it from

you. The worst memory you will have will be your future not your past.

We have no power over our destiny but we do have power over fate.

Your life has only just begun there are more adventures in store for you

some good some bad. I am hoping your Aunt will help you through all of

this.

Good luck

Yours Truly

Mum

I read it through once more and still it didn’t make sense. I didn’t realise

there were tears pouring down my face until there was a knock on the door

and a tired voice started talking to me.

“ Flick Is that you in there?”

“y..yes” I choked.

“Are you all right?” Jenny’s voice was thick with worry.

I dried my eyes and walked out. Still puzzled over what my mother meant

about destiny and fate, it didn’t make sense. I didn’t believe in any of that

stuff.

Jenny was staring at me intently.

“I’m fine.” I assured her. I didn’t like people making a fuss or anything.

Even when my mum disappeared - presumed dead - I didn’t make a big

scene of it. To be honest I wasn’t very close to her, she kept all these little

secrets to herself and sometimes she scared me. I still missed her though.

By the time I had made it back to my seat nearly everyone was asleep

apart from a few little kids who were too hyped up on sugar to rest. I

plugged in my headphones and drifted into an uneasy slumber.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I was walking through a dense forest; the ground was covered in moss and I

was shivering. Fog hung in the air and stuck to my clothes like I had just

gotten out of a swimming pool. A bloodcurdling shriek broke through the air

it was one of pain and made me shiver even more. I froze. I wanted to move

forward but my muscles were locked tight. Another shriek broke through the

air. The pain was excruciating it started in my toes and worked up my legs

until my whole body was writhing in agony.

I opened my eyes to a bright light for a moment I thought I was dead. It took

a couple of seconds for my whole vision to come back; Jenny was looking at

me with worried eyes. Sweat was dripping down my forehead and my back

was stiff I started to feel self conscious. I looked around the plane and

noticed all the passengers were staring at something. Blood flushed my

cheeks and I put my head down as I realised what they were staring at - me.

Things were soon back to normal but before long the plane came to

land in San José international airport. As I stepped outside the weather was

the first thing I noticed – it was hotter than England but not too hot the

thermometer on my suitcase said it was about 26 degrees Celsius. We

stopped a taxi and jenny asked it to take us to my aunt’s house. I didn’t pay

attention to where we were going I was still worried about the incident on

the plane.

It didn’t take long for us to reach the house. Jenny paid the driver and

collected my bags. We walked up the front steps slowly Jenny taking the

lead. Before I had time to marvel over how big and fancy the house was the

door opened and I was facing my very glamorous Auntie Lou whom I hadn’t

seen since I was four.

“Darling Flick. Let me get a good look at you.” Auntie Lou cooed.

As usual I was embarrassed by the way she stepped forward and squeezed

my cheek.

“Goodness you’ve grown”

She hadn’t seen me in eleven year what did she expect? My Aunt started

rambling to Jenny then; talking about how I had been enrolled into High

School already and that it was a shame it was the middle of the semester. I

didn’t understand how American schools worked with ninth grade and then

starting high school depending on when your birthday falls. I thought it was

much simpler in England – you do your GCSE’s then go off to college get

you A levels and then it was off to university for some people. I wasn’t top

of the class but I wasn’t bottom either I got acceptable grades so I didn’t

think I would have much trouble keeping up.

Did I want to open it?

How do I know if things will be better or worse after I have read it?

I didn’t

know the answer to any of those questions so I ripped it open and

straightened up the flowery paper that was inside. I stared at the fancy

writing – my mothers writing – before the words became clear.

 

 

Dearest Flick

You are probably on your way to America by the time you read this. It is

already too late but I want to say sorry for everything, for hiding it from

you. The worst memory you will have will be your future not your past.

We have no power over our destiny but we do have power over fate.

Your life has only just begun there are more adventures in store for you

some good some bad. I am hoping your Aunt will help you through all of

this.

Good luck

Yours Truly

Mum

I read it through once more and still it didn’t make sense. I didn’t realise

there were tears pouring down my face until there was a knock on the door

and a tired voice started talking to me.

“ Flick Is that you in there?”

“y..yes” I choked.

“Are you all right?” Jenny’s voice was thick with worry.

I dried my eyes and walked out. Still puzzled over what my mother meant

about destiny and fate, it didn’t make sense. I didn’t believe in any of that

stuff.

Jenny was staring at me intently.

“I’m fine.” I assured her. I didn’t like people making a fuss or anything.

Even when my mum disappeared - presumed dead - I didn’t make a big

scene of it. To be honest I wasn’t very close to her, she kept all these little

secrets to herself and sometimes she scared me. I still missed her though.

By the time I had made it back to my seat nearly everyone was asleep

apart from a few little kids who were too hyped up on sugar to rest. I

plugged in my headphones and drifted into an uneasy slumber.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I was walking through a dense forest; the ground was covered in moss and I

was shivering. Fog hung in the air and stuck to my clothes like I had just

gotten out of a swimming pool. A bloodcurdling shriek broke through the air

it was one of pain and made me shiver even more. I froze. I wanted to move

forward but my muscles were locked tight. Another shriek broke through the

air. The pain was excruciating it started in my toes and worked up my legs

until my whole body was writhing in agony.

I opened my eyes to a bright light for a moment I thought I was dead. It took

a couple of seconds for my whole vision to come back; Jenny was looking at

me with worried eyes. Sweat was dripping down my forehead and my back

was stiff I started to feel self conscious. I looked around the plane and

noticed all the passengers were staring at something. Blood flushed my

cheeks and I put my head down as I realised what they were staring at - me.

Things were soon back to normal but before long the plane came to

land in San José international airport. As I stepped outside the weather was

the first thing I noticed – it was hotter than England but not too hot the

thermometer on my suitcase said it was about 26 degrees Celsius. We

stopped a taxi and jenny asked it to take us to my aunt’s house. I didn’t pay

attention to where we were going I was still worried about the incident on

the plane.

It didn’t take long for us to reach the house. Jenny paid the driver and

collected my bags. We walked up the front steps slowly Jenny taking the

lead. Before I had time to marvel over how big and fancy the house was the

door opened and I was facing my very glamorous Auntie Lou whom I hadn’t

seen since I was four.

“Darling Flick. Let me get a good look at you.” Auntie Lou cooed.

As usual I was embarrassed by the way she stepped forward and squeezed

my cheek.

“Goodness you’ve grown”

She hadn’t seen me in eleven year what did she expect? My Aunt started

rambling to Jenny then; talking about how I had been enrolled into High

School already and that it was a shame it was the middle of the semester. I

didn’t understand how American schools worked with ninth grade and then

starting high school depending on when your birthday falls. I thought it was

much simpler in England – you do your GCSE’s then go off to college get

you A levels and then it was off to university for some people. I wasn’t top

of the class but I wasn’t bottom either I got acceptable grades so I didn’t

think I would have much trouble keeping up.

Did I want to open it?

How do I know if things will be better or worse after I have read it?

I didn’t

know the answer to any of those questions so I ripped it open and

straightened up the flowery paper that was inside. I stared at the fancy

writing – my mothers writing – before the words became clear.

Did I want to open it?

How do I know if things will be better or worse after I have read it?

I didn’t

know the answer to any of those questions so I ripped it open and

straightened up the flowery paper that was inside. I stared at the fancy

writing – my mothers writing – before the words became clear.

 

Dearest Flick

You are probably on your way to America by the time you read this. It is

already too late but I want to say sorry for everything, for hiding it from

you. The worst memory you will have will be your future not your past.

We have no power over our destiny but we do have power over fate.

Your life has only just begun there are more adventures in store for you

some good some bad. I am hoping your Aunt will help you through all of

this.

Good luck

Yours Truly

Mum

I read it through once more and still it didn’t make sense. I didn’t realise

there were tears pouring down my face until there was a knock on the door

and a tired voice started talking to me.

“ Flick Is that you in there?”

“y..yes” I choked.

“Are you all right?” Jenny’s voice was thick with worry.

I dried my eyes and walked out. Still puzzled over what my mother meant

about destiny and fate, it didn’t make sense. I didn’t believe in any of that

stuff.

Jenny was staring at me intently.

“I’m fine.” I assured her. I didn’t like people making a fuss or anything.

Even when my mum disappeared - presumed dead - I didn’t make a big

scene of it. To be honest I wasn’t very close to her, she kept all these little

secrets to herself and sometimes she scared me. I still missed her though.

By the time I had made it back to my seat nearly everyone was asleep

apart from a few little kids who were too hyped up on sugar to rest. I

plugged in my headphones and drifted into an uneasy slumber.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I was walking through a dense forest; the ground was covered in moss and I

was shivering. Fog hung in the air and stuck to my clothes like I had just

gotten out of a swimming pool. A bloodcurdling shriek broke through the air

it was one of pain and made me shiver even more. I froze. I wanted to move

forward but my muscles were locked tight. Another shriek broke through the

air. The pain was excruciating it started in my toes and worked up my legs

until my whole body was writhing in agony.

I opened my eyes to a bright light for a moment I thought I was dead. It took

a couple of seconds for my whole vision to come back; Jenny was looking at

me with worried eyes. Sweat was dripping down my forehead and my back

was stiff I started to feel self conscious. I looked around the plane and

noticed all the passengers were staring at something. Blood flushed my

cheeks and I put my head down as I realised what they were staring at - me.

Things were soon back to normal but before long the plane came to

land in San José international airport. As I stepped outside the weather was

the first thing I noticed – it was hotter than England but not too hot the

thermometer on my suitcase said it was about 26 degrees Celsius. We

stopped a taxi and jenny asked it to take us to my aunt’s house. I didn’t pay

attention to where we were going I was still worried about the incident on

the plane.

It didn’t take long for us to reach the house. Jenny paid the driver and

collected my bags. We walked up the front steps slowly Jenny taking the

lead. Before I had time to marvel over how big and fancy the house was the

door opened and I was facing my very glamorous Auntie Lou whom I hadn’t

seen since I was four.

“Darling Flick. Let me get a good look at you.” Auntie Lou cooed.

As usual I was embarrassed by the way she stepped forward and squeezed

my cheek.

“Goodness you’ve grown”

She hadn’t seen me in eleven year what did she expect? My Aunt started

rambling to Jenny then; talking about how I had been enrolled into High

School already and that it was a shame it was the middle of the semester. I

didn’t understand how American schools worked with ninth grade and then

starting high school depending on when your birthday falls. I thought it was

much simpler in England – you do your GCSE’s then go off to college get

you A levels and then it was off to university for some people. I wasn’t top

of the class but I wasn’t bottom either I got acceptable grades so I didn’t

think I would have much trouble keeping up.

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