Nothing to say. Here it is. Enjoy.
Cleo clicked the SEND button. She closed out of her email account, shut the lid to her laptop, and rolled back in the office chair. Yawning, she looked at the clock- 8:57 P.M.- curled up and closed her eyes.
And soon, she fell asleep. But her dreams were not pleasant. . . .
She was in a lily field. She did not recognize it, nor did she care, and she was busy plucking lush, full lilies from the soft dark earth. Suddenly, a slight rustling came from behind her. She turned around. It was Krystal. Krystal had dirt smeared on her face. Her eyes were sharp and narrow. “Why? Why did you do it?” Krystal asked. “Krystal? W-what did I do? Why are you here?” said, Cleo, dropping the lilies in shock. I'm here because I'm here. And what did you do?” Krystal let out a rough laugh. “You left.” she said, “You left. And now-” she lifted her head up to the wind and let out a shrill whistle- “You will meet my new friend.” Suddenly, an enormous eagle, larger than both of the girls put together, flew down from somewhere in the sky and landed next to Krystal. It looked intimidating, with a sharp beak the size of Cleo's head, and a devious glint in its eye. “I won't get you this time, but beware. . .” said Krystal, who had begun to back away. And then, suddenly, a flash of lightning hit the ground, the sun disappeared, and it began to rain. Krystal had somehow changed into a snake, and slithered away. The eagle let out an ear-piercing screech and took off into the dark sky. And Cleo was all alone.
She dreamed other dreams that night, but I do not have time to go through them all. But none of them were comforting, I can tell you. . .
Cleo awoke gasping for breath. The last dream, about the eagle. .It had seemed so real. . . “But it was only a dream.” she told herself. “I'm fine.” Cleo looked around. Her mother must have put her into bed, for that was where she was. She glanced at the clock. 2:40 A.M. Cleo sat up in her bed and thought about what was going to happen the following day. She was going to go to school for the first time here in England. She was nervous, and worried. “What will happen to me?” she whispered.
The next morning, Cleo slept later than usual and was hustled by her mother. “Cleo, get up now. I don't even know where this place is, and I need to find my way around the city. . .”
So Cleo got up. She dressed in a new, strange uniform—a blue-and-black checked skirt with stockings, a light-blue linen shirt with buttons, and a checked ribbon—to match the skirt—for her hair.
Once she was dressed, she walked down the narrow hallway to the kitchen. She popped some bread into the toaster and sat down at the small table to read the paper, The London Times. She was reading an article about recycling when her toast popped. She buttered it and sat back down. She had been in London for almost two weeks now. Though it was the start of September, when Cleo would normally be in school, Mrs. Halifax had wanted to give Cleo a little time to settle in. “Cleo! Hurry now! It's time to leave!” Cleo's mother rushed into the room. “Up, out, now!” The women hurried out of the apartment, and waited under the building's awning outside until Cleo's mother could hail a taxi.
They both hopped into a taxi car. “Aye, ladies, and where might you two be goin'?” said the taxi driver, who was a friendly old man with a graying beard. “Notre Dame R.C Girl's School.” said Cleo's mother, reading a scrap of soaked paper from her pocket and struggling with the wording. “Aye, right away, ma'am.” The taxi took off into the rainy streets.
Cleo stepped out of the taxi cab and stared at her new school. It was very small, very narrow, and brick. The outside was deserted. “Hey, mom,” said Cleo, “You sure this is right?” “One minute, dear.” said Cleo's mother, who was paying the taxi driver. Cleo sighed. She thought about how different England was. . . “Yes, dear, what?” said Cleo's mother, who came to stand beside her under the umbrella. “Mom,” said Cleo, “Is this the right place?” Mrs. Halifax glanced at the rain-soaked paper scrap. “It's got to be. Come along, we'll ask.” They walked up the narrow front steps and rang the bell. “This looks more like a house then a school.” Cleo commented. Suddenly, the door was opened, by a middle-aged woman with dark hair and a pinched face. “What?” “Um,” Cleo's mother began, “Is this the girl's school?” The woman looked surprised. “Well, yes,” she said, “But school started an hour ago.” “Oh, you must be Ms. Tilden, then.” said Cleo's mother. “We spoke on the phone.” said Cleo's mother. “Oh, you are Mrs. Halifax, then?” said the woman who had opened the door, who, apparently, was named Ms. Tilden. “Yes.” Cleo's mother said. “Oh, come right in.” The woman motioned for them to enter. They stepped inside. “The girls are in the other room, studying.” Ms. Tilden said. “And you,” she said, looking at Cleo, “Must be Cleo.” Cleo nodded. “Well, go right on into the study room. It's over there.” The woman motioned to a room across the hall. “Go find a desk while your mother and me work a few things out on paper.”
Cleo walked across the hall, and went into the room. There were about twelve other girls, sitting at dark mahogany desks, working away. The room was nice. It was covered in dark red carpet with dark wood paneling along the walls. There were no windows, but lots of wall lights, lamps, and ceiling lights. All of the girls looked up when Cleo walked in. “Who,” asked a girl with black hair, “Are you?”
Part 5. Yay!!
Well, I promised to email, so here I go. This place is ENORMOUS. I can't even leave the apartment building without getting lost, so far. The apartment building is nice, I guess. It's called the EYE OF LONDON APARTMENTS. Our room is so small! Everything in England is small, actually. Our fridge is about half of my height! And my bed is tiny. So I start school in less than a month. OMG, I just know I'll die with all those accents around me. I'm sure I'll sound really dumb. But the weather's fantastic. I mean, back in LA, it was like one hundred degrees or higher every day. It's about eighty-nine on the temp. right now. The w.c is a whole other matter. Oh, I suppose I'm using British terms already. Or are they English? Anyway, the w.c stands for Water Closet, which is the bathroom, which they shorten to w.c. So, guess what? This is ridiculous: Minna (The cat, duh) has to be quarantined for, like, four months so she doesn't bring in any American diseases, or something like that. We're pretty lucky, though. Sometimes animals have to be quarantined for a year. But Minna's pretty healthy. And I go visit her a lot. So, yesterday I was following Mom around the street. We were both lost, and looking for the bake shop where we were going to pick up some sweets or something. Well, I bumbed into this French chick, and she said to me something like: "Sors de mon chemin et être poli. Les gens ne sont jamais si rude en France. Américains inintelligente sont assez envahissant!" Ashamed to admit it, but I've forgotten what this means from my French lessons. I know that your mom is French, so I was wondering if you could tell me what the woman said. Anyway, the chocolate over here is pretty awesome. So I bought some for you and put it in the envelope. I hope you like it. Anyway, I have to go. Email back or I'll kill you.
Well. Here it is. Whew! My hands are sore from all that typing. Enjoy!!
Cleo tried to relax, but that was hard to do on a plane, especially while there was a lot of turbulence. So she curled up in her chair and thought about all that had happened during the last two months.
Krystal hadn't taken the news well, at all. She had actually passed out when Cleo had broken the horrible news to her. She had fallen on a 14-year-old student, who dropped her water and then screamed bloody murder, which had all the teachers and principal come running. Krystal had broken her arm when she fell, by banging it on a nearby locker and then falling on top of it, and then half of the football team ran to help her but had slipped on the 14-year-old's spilled water and then fallen on top of Krystal, further damaging her arm.
Krystal had gotten a cast before that week was over, but had not been to see Cleo at all. The day before Cleo and her Mother were supposed to leave, they heard a knock on the door, and who was there, but Krystal. “Cleo! Someone here to see you!” Cleo started down the stairs and saw Krystal waiting. “Um. . . I'll go take down the drapes, I suppose.” Cleo's mom said.
“Um. I—” started Cleo. “Well—here, I—” started Krystal at the exact same moment. Both of the girls stood there for a minute.
“Look.” Krystal finally started. “I'm. . .really sorry. You know. . .for how I acted and . . .all that.” “No.” said Cleo. “I'm the one who should be sorry. I mean. . . .your arm. . .” she trailed off. “My arm will heal.” said Krystal. “For right now, though, I came by because. . . .well, you're leaving and all so. . .I wanted to take you out to town and hang out, you know. . . .one last time.” That brought tears to Cleo's eyes. “Come on. Don't cry.” said Krystal. “Today, we enjoy ourselves. Tomorrow, we cry.” She led Cleo out the front door of the house, took her down the front walk, and then both of them got into Krystal's car. “Where are we going?” asked Cleo, after Krystal had backed the car out of Cleo's driveway and started down the street. Now, Krystal was about eight months older than Cleo, and had just turned sixteen, and so could drive. Cleo, could not yet, however, because she wasn't even fifteen and a half.
“Oh. .you know. . .out and about.” Krystal said mysteriously. “Oh, tell me. Please.” Cleo begged. “Fine. We're going to the mall.” “The MALL?” Cleo asked. “Yes. You'll need a brand-new wardrobe if you're going to live in England.” As much as Cleo protested, she could not change Krystal's mind, and so the girls did end up going to the mall. In fact, Cleo was wearing a brand-new, Forever 21© top right now, on the airplane. Cleo looked down at it. It was indeed stylish. Krystal had insisted on paying for all of Cleo's new clothes, though Cleo had really not felt comfortable with that, as Krystal needed to save for college.
After the girls went shopping, Krystal had told Cleo to change into one of her brand-new outfits, though Cleo didn't know why. As soon as that was over, Krystal had driven Cleo to a surprise, good-bye party at the Terynn Game Hall. Cleo hadn't gotten home till late, and was awakened early by her mother, rushing her and stressing out about getting to the airport on time. A taxi had been waiting outside their house, and as Cleo and her mother piled all of their suitcases into it, Krystal came up. “Cleo? You have a second. . .before you leave?” “Only a moment.” said Cleo's mother. “I won't take hardly any time at all, Mrs. Halifax.” Krystal assured Cleo's mom. She turned to Cleo. “I'll miss you.” she said. “A lot.” “Me, too.” said Cleo. The girls stood for a moment, then fell into each other's arms for one last hug. As they parted, Krystal pressed something into Cleo's hand. “Don't open it until you get there.” she said. And then, she gave Cleo a faint smile. “I have to get to class. Remember to email, ok?” Cleo nodded. “Bye.” “Bye.” And then Krystal started back down the street, towards the school, her shoulders drooping. As she watched Cleo's taxi pull away, she thought she saw a tear slide down Cleo's cheek.
Cleo sat up. The headrest on her seat was much too high for her, and her neck was bothering her. A flight attendant's voice came over the loudspeaker. “We'll be at London/Heathrow airport in three hours, ladies and gentlemen!”
Here's part 3. Enjoy.
Cleo arrived at her campus. The High School building was at the back. It was a very large, silvery, metal building that had, on occasion, held thousands of students. She started up the steps towards the front door of the school, which were crammed with teens talking, eating, laughing, and skateboarding. Cleo was hoping to get into the building without anyone noticing her, but that was too much to hope for. “Hey, Cleo!” Cleo cringed as she heard her name shouted. Her friends Bella, Adriana and Sophia were standing around on the steps, leaning casually on the stone banister. “Cleo, girl! Hey!” Adriana ran over to Cleo, nearly tripping on the steps in her stilettos. “OMG girl! Check out these heels!” She gave Cleo a huge hug, then proceeded to tip up her right foot so Cleo could see her heels. “SIX inches!” Adriana jumped up and down and emitted a squeal. “Um. . .” Cleo said. “They're. . . . impressive.” “I KNOW.” said Adriana. “Mom wanted me to save them for prom. . .but I didn't want to.” “Yes, well,” said Cleo, “Have you seen Krystal anywhere?” “Adriana tipped her head to the side and gave a pouty smile. “No.” “Okay, thanks, anyway.” said Cleo. “I've got to get to class.” “Ciao, girl!” Adriana shouted. “Umm. . .bye.” Cleo called back. Then she entered the school, and, staring at her feet, started to walk down the hall. “Oh, ouch!” she cried out when she ran into a ladder. Two men were up at the top, hanging a banner across the ceiling of the hallway. She walked around it quickly, her face red and flushed. “Cleo!” Cleo heard her name shouted. She looked up. It was Krystal. “Hi.” Krystal said, beaming. “Hey.” Cleo replied. “What's up, Cleo? You seem. . .I dunno, kind of tense.” “Well. . . .Cleo started. “I've got something to tell you. C'mere.” Cleo motioned over to an empty spot against the wall. “I'm mov—' However, as soon as she started to talk, the bell rang and interrupted her. “What was that?” Krystal said when the bell was over. “I'll tell you later.” Cleo said, “When school lets out.” Krystal smiled and nodded, never guessing that she was about to lose her best friend.