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 Extract

THE

SILVER HOUR



Prologue

It was like a dream. Everything is just like a vivid imagination and if anyone asked me what really happened I would be able to tell it like a story with great details. But I know that no one will do that because everyone here knows what happened. Atleast the main part of it. But there is nothing that will make me forget how it all happened and where. I’m sure I can tell it all.

It was just another normal day –snowy and freezing cold. My family and I were playing with the fresh heap of snow covering our garden on this holiday. We spent hours and hours having fun and breathing the cold fresh air. Mom was ready to go back in our little bungalow and prepare something warm for us to have when we go back in. Dad was busy throwing snowballs with my four-year old brother Kyle. Darren and Sophie were competing in making the hugest snowman. I was capturing them on a camera, announcing how my ten-year old brother was almost finishing on his three-foot snowman. I didn’t know what happened the moment after that. I mean ofcourse I knew dad disappeared back in our bungalow for some unknown reason, but then all of a sudden everything changed. We all didn’t know something was arriving –or who. I just remember that Kyle and my sister Sophie screamed just once, then I turned my head and I fixed a quick glance on a big snow-plough coming closer to us on a lane, clearing the snow. It wasn’t just a normal snow-plough; it was a huge monster plough with a huge claw-like thing moving the snow. It kept coming nearer to us. We all left all what we were doing and were prepared to run back in our home for safety, but we were much too late. There was just enough time for the people in the monster machine to jump out, run after us and pull us with them, dragging us to their snow-plough and into the back of the truck where we were greeted with many scared faces of kids and teenagers who sat trembling on the huge steel carriage. Then there were only a few seconds left for us to look back at our homes and say goodbye.

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Chapter 1

“Operation 1”

“Vanessa!” A scared, familiar voice echoed in the dark cold ware-house. Lots of wails and weeping sounds were echoing too, but the high toned and clear voice of a nine-year old girl was enough to be heard because of the big contrast of her thin voice to the dull tones of the kids’.

It had come from quite a far distance.

“Sophie!” I cried back, “I’m here!”

But my voice was too low. It wasn’t sharp enough so it drowned in with the massive crowd. I tried again in a higher tone. I wasn’t sure if I was heard until Sophie’s voice cried again.

“Where are you?”

I tried pushing through the crowd towards her voice but I wasn’t sure it was coming from that direction; the voice echoed everywhere and left me in confusion.

“I’m at a corner –at the back!” The voice was desperate.

I looked around searching for the corners of the huge ware-house. It was so dark I couldn’t see well. Suddenly a huge torch glowed from somewhere. It was spotlighting the roof.

The crowd got noisier. It was deafening. I pushed through and occasionally tripped on someone’s feet or almost fell on a little kid I didn’t know was there. In a few minutes later Sophie called to me again.

“I’m coming, Sophie, I’m coming!” I shouted. But there was something even louder rumbling in the place. It sounded like the snow-plough.

Atlast when I was very near Sophie she started calling my name in relief.

Though I couldn’t see her I knew she was in front of me, almost out of breath.

“Vanessa, where are we?” a cold hand rested on my shoulder, “I’m scared, Vanessa, please tell me what’s happening!”

“It’s ok, Sophie, just calm down. I’ll see what they want from us, but we better stay together. Don’t let’s separate. Where are Darren and Kyle?”

“I don’t know! Oh Vanessa, you don’t think they’re gonna do anything bad to us? Do mommy and daddy know?”

“I don’t know, but just don’t panic. I’ll try my best to find out what and where we are –I mean in what part of Sallevania.” I reached out my trembling hand to pat Sophie’s shoulder. “C’mon, let’s try to find Darren and Kyle. They might be together.”

We fought through the crowd. It was like forever getting out of the crowd. It was even harder finding someone when it was pitch black. I grabbed Sophie’s hand and pulled her with me to where I was going. Trouble was, I didn’t know where I was going. I knew I couldn’t ever find who I want to find in this place because even if I pushed across Kyle or Darren I wouldn’t have known. I was helpless.

“Ok, Sophie,” I said atlast, breathing heavily. “Let’s just stay in one place and wait till we know what those people are doing.”

“How long have we been here?” she asked, her voice was not right. I knew she was crying.

“I don’t know, maybe hours. But there’s nothing we can do about it. I don’t even know if its day or night.” I tried to stay fixed on the ground, but there were many other teenagers and kids pushing us aside of their way.

After what seemed like hours, the rumbling sound stopped. Suddenly a zappy sound started and a bright light went on. We all started blinking and squinting our eyes. Sophie covered hers.

“What just happened, Vanessa? Where are we now?” Sophie tried to look at me. Her brown hair was a mess, her eyes were red.

“I think...maybe they switched on the light.” I glared at all the kids. They looked blank and dumb, but some were still scared and shocked.

“Let’s look for Kyle and Darren now.”I said, grabbing her hand. “C’mon, we need to find them quick, before they take us outta here.”

I couldn’t give hope; I still went around finding for them even though I knew that even four eyes weren’t enough to find them two. Sophie was crying again.

“I want home!” she wailed.

“No, Sophie, you know we can’t go home now.” I declared.

“I want home!” she wailed again. “We can go home if we want to, we can try.”

After about an hour we got tired of walking around. Sophie’s little face was scared. Her eyes were glittering with tears. They also dribbled down her face.

“Vanessa, I want to go home!” she cried, stubbornly.

“Stop it, Sophie! If you go on doing this, I don’t even think we can find out how to escape! We have to find them first!”

Suddenly a loud machine started. Orders were called out.

“Operation one, operation one!” a loud speaker boomed. It wasn’t robotic, but just like a normal human’s voice. One belonging to a man.

“What?” Sophie looked questioningly at me. “Operation fun?”

I ignored her, “We have to find them.”

I didn’t know whether to lose hope, but kids started crying loudly and wailing more. I knew something was happening but I didn’t know what.

The light blinded me, every single child had the same expression on their face: anxious, scared and confused.

Then I realized people in weird-looking uniforms were pushing the kids into a big door-way.

“Oh look, Sophie, what do you think they’re doing?” I asked worriedly. “You don’t think –you don’t think they’re putting us in cells?”

Sophie’s ocean-blue eyes grew larger, “Oh no, Vanessa! What are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know!” I looked at the crowd. This was the strangest place ever. I didn’t know what they were up to. “Sophie, c’mon, let’s move on with the crowd.”

“Into that dark place they’re trapping us in?” she asked, unbelievingly.

I gulped, “Yes.”

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 Note: I wrote more than a chapter after this extract and there are much more unexpected and shocking things to come, so stay tuned! (Though I'm not sure I will want to put it up in public)

 Here's another extract of a book I wrote (Though it's unfinished. :P)



     Extract

Pocketful of

SUNSHINE

1

Friends. Friends. Friends. Do I really need them? Maybe not, but atleast one person might be enough to change my life. I don’t care if that person would be ugly or fat like me. She just needs to help pass on the message that I’m not a real bully. I’m actually nice but people just misjudge and misunderstand me so I can never really get to know them and be friends. No one at school seems to think I’m good because I never get to explain myself and I can’t help feeling angry. So I look fierce.

That’s one worry down my list. Even though my mum and dad think the world of me I don’t have a friend. It’s maybe because I’m fat and ugly.

My new nicknames are Sunny Girl and Sunshine. Mum and dad made them and they use them a lot because whenever I’m around they get into a better mood and they feel happy and full of life. I don’t get how it makes them feel so happy, I’m not myself. I know I shouldn’t take it so seriously but I think they’ve chosen my nicknames because I have pale yellow hair. Lots of girls might be dying to be a blonde but I’m dying to get their dark hair. Because I look so fat and I don’t think I suit my looks.

‘But Sandy, you don’t look so fat! I’m sure it’s just puppy fat.’ Said my big sister, giggling over at her own remark.

She’s April. April’s four years elder than me and she’s just turned sixteen this year and she’s so lucky she got a tan. I won’t be able to get a tan myself until I’m sixteen. Mum and dad thinks it may be dangerous for a twelve-year old like me to get a tan because they believe it might burn the skin badly. But I’m not worrying about my looks so much –there are plenty more things I’ve got to worry about.

Like school. I’m scared I won’t pass this year and stay back at grade seven. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not bright though I’m nicknamed Sunny girl. I’m pathetic and dumb. I just can’t get why Daniel and April are so intelligent and I’m not.  

Daniel’s my seventeen-year old brother. We both take after dad for having yellow hair but it doesn’t look ridiculous on him because he’s not chubby or anything, but mum said it doesn’t matter how you look, she thought maybe Daniel wasn’t as nice as me at heart.

But the fact that I’m not very smart is also partly good news because no one would tease me if I was very smart and got really good marks. I hate nerds. I cannot get how they can study for hours and get straight As. They make me so jealous.

In my class Ellie Zachariah is one of them, that’s why I hate her so much and bully her. But it’s a pity I’m not one of those tough girls who have sidekicks to help scare them off, I’m just one person so Ellie doesn’t think me scary and she tries to act as if I was just a silly old kid.

I was bullying her once at recess when she was at her locker.

‘Sandy, are you just jealous of my brain? Why do you keep trying to frighten me off?’ she asked, solemnly. I could feel my cheeks go pink. I reckon I must have looked like a pink jelly.

But I recovered from my embarrassment immediately when I thought up something to say, ‘Sadly, no, Miss Freckle Face. I think you’re just being a stupid know-it-all, that’s all.’

And her eyes narrowed behind her thick-framed glasses, ‘That’s what you think, and you’re totally wrong, old dummy. Get something in your head and you’ll learn to speak like human.’

It was humiliating. I needed to learn more ways of defending myself but I was just a beginner bully so no one thought me tough, and that’s partly the reason I hate that nerd girl so much and still do.

The one thing that makes me feel small is that, a couple of weeks back, a girl called Ren Fredrick joined Creswell Middle School. She’s humungous but very strong. Once she grabbed me by the collar for denting her locker. It was just a mistake because that’s where I thought Ellie’s locker was. So I had to try explaining the story to Ren and at the same time ignoring Ellie who was laughing her head off because I finally got my return for bullying her. But now I can’t bully her –she’s become a snitch lately and a silly teacher’s pet.

Mrs Owen is our class teacher. She looks like the sort of grandma you’d have telling you off for disturbing her peace but she was friendly to me at first. But then Ellie had to tell her about my mean ways of treating our classmates so it looks like Mrs Owen hates me now.

She always talks slowly and loudly like an old cow. I thought the description fitted her very well but I can’t get why it doesn’t make anyone agree.

Zoe Buchman told me that it was a very rude remark and that I should never use it on poor old Mrs Owen. She’s okay but her own remark made me boil with anger.

It seems like I’ve got a lot of enemies here at my school. I used to be the center of attention and everyone’s friend in my old Primary school. I don’t think it’s very fair that I have to be treated this way even when I bullied kids too in my old school, but no one will agree, I know. And no one likes me anymore. Except my family.

We all live in a huge house. When we first moved in I thought the house looked as delicious as a block of cake with icing on top because the walls were a creamy yellow and the roof had a white wall around it. They all used to laugh at me if I asked for cake after I entered the house.

I was over the moon when dad announced that I was going to have a whole bedroom to myself. But they made a big mistake; they got me a roll of pink wallpaper with huge flowers on it. Everyone knows I hate pink. Except mum and dad I guess. So I pretended to like it.

‘Wow, such pretty wallpaper, all for myself!’ I exclaimed as I felt the material.

There was a beam on dad’s face, ‘Glad you like it, sunshine. I knew you’d love it.’ He said proudly. I didn’t want to ruin everything so I kept quiet about it.

It turned out I was the unluckiest. April got to choose her own wallpaper from the few rolls left. She chose a pale blue one with white dandelions on it. Daniel chose to keep his walls white.

There weren’t much stuff I could customize because most of them were the same things I used in our old flat where we used to live. Mum said I could buy new pink curtains to match but I tried my best to think up some other color. Like dark blue.

‘You girls can buy cute flower lamps and new bed sheets, and Daniel maybe could have a shelf for all his comics.’ Said mum.

April was excited, ‘And mum, can I have my own carpet? I want a hot pink one!’

But mum wasn’t going too far, ‘I don’t know, April, but we shouldn’t pass the budget –we’ve already spent a lot this month, like for the house and all. So we’ll see after a few days.’

But we spent way too much on house decors. I got to donate all my old unwanted stuff and bought new ones. I bought a cute Sun alarm clock, a blue sofa all to myself, a red fluffy rug and a special glow-in-the-dark poster of my favorite Irish Rock band. It costed a lot but it was worth buying.

I bought more stuff recently to make my room look colorful because guess what, I’m going to hold a birthday party!

But there’s just this one major problem; who have I to invite? 

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