Hey guys! This is the H2O fanfiction I mentioned in the Chapter 3 sneak peek of my HP story! (I will update that, I promise! I'm so busy with school and everything!)
This isn't really a H2O story, but it is mainly based of the show so that is why I am uploading it here. You don't need to have any knowledge of H2O to read this! (But, if you don't know anything about H2O, why are you here?)
Please enjoy, and read and review! :D
-TheObsessed Fanboy
Scarlett sighed as she rested her chin on her fist and gazed out at the scenery that passed the train. It was all so beautiful, what with the tall green trees, emerald grass that shone in the blazing heat and streaming turquoise rivers. She had never seen anything like this: the busy streets of London offered nothing of the sort.
Scarlett then turned her eyes to look at her stepsister, Amy. She was impatiently drumming her fingers on a hardback book that she had long since given up reading. Her light brown hair reflected the sunlight and fell down to her shoulders, hiding her ears from view. She looked up and noticed Scarlett looking; the latter quickly change the direction of her eyes.
The whole journey had been boring. They were the only two in their carriage and there was nothing that either of them could think to say. They had read for the first half an hour into the journey, but soon got tired and stopped. The pens and papers that they had with them were locked away at the bottom of their trunks, so they weren't accessible.
Suddenly, the carriage door slid open and a girl who looked about the same age as Amy and Scarlett walked in. She placed her things in the overhead compartment before proceeding to plump herself down next to Amy. She smiled at the two girls, not reading the looks of confusion on their faces.
"Hello!" she said, waving slightly. Still, the stepsisters looked confused.
"Hello?" Scarlett replied, intending the greeting to be more of a question as to say "Who are you?" than a genuine reply.
"How have you been?" the girl said back, still completely oblivious to the fact that neither of the two others in the carriage with her didn't have any clue as to who she was.
Before Scarlett could answer, Amy butted in.
"Who are you?" she demanded, her eyes staying fixed on the girl's face. The pointy chin was slightly familiar…
It was the girl's turn to look confused. Surely they knew her?
Then her face hit with realisation, and she burst out laughing.
"Oh!" she cried, moving her hand away from her mouth. "I'm so stupid! Sorry, I'm Sierra Thomas! I've seen you before!"
Sierra held out her hand to Scarlett.
"Seen us before?" Amy questioned, shaking her head. Scarlett took the girl's hand and shook it.
"In London?" Sierra informed her, her face covered with obviousness. Scarlett concentrated on the girl's face and then nodded her head. Amy soon recognised her as well. They both informed her of their names and soon they were speedily talking away.
As the train sped forward, the day grew on and on. In what seemed like a very short time (although it had only been a couple of hours) the engine stopped and the train halted. Outside of their window, the girls could see a sign that read Waddleworth Station. This was their destination.
"Where are you going?" Sierra asked her new friends as they stepped off the train. She looked at their name tags and shouted; "Me too!" Her face lit up. They stepped onto the platform and sat on an empty bench, waiting for the fuss of people to die down. Masses of children and adults alike walked past, clinging onto each other, desperate not to lose one another. A few small infants were crying.
A tall woman with dark brown, almost black, hair walked up towards the three girls. Her face was slightly wrinkled and her eyebrows were frowning.
"Amy Burns?" the woman asked, looking at Amy, who sat on the edge nearest the lady. Her voice was a heavy Northern one. Amy nodded and stood up, followed by Scarlett and Sienna. The woman stepped back to allow them room. She looked at the sheet of paper she was holding in her gloved hand.
"And where is Robert? Robert Soil?" she asked, looking around her. Amy and Sierra snickered at the name. The woman raised her eyebrows.
"Well, we shall have to wait. I am Anastasia Lewisham. I will be looking after you for the time being." Scarlett curtsied. Miss Lewisham smiled, impressed by her manners.
The group waited for about 5 minutes before a boy, who was most likely a year older than Scarlett, Sierra and Amy. He had light hair and green eyes.
"Ah! Robert?" Miss Lewisham asked him, eyeing his figure. The boy nodded, keeping silent. "Right then, shall we go?" she turned to the girls, and gestured for the four of them to follow her. She led them out of the station, down a small path, past a blackberry bush (which she allowed the children pick off and enjoy the delicious edibles – of which they were wary, not sure or not if they were safe) and then soon they entered a small field. In sight was a pretty little house, with the blackout curtains already drawn and the chimney wheezing out its last puffs of smoke. In the garden was a tree with several branches that looked like it would make a good climb.
"Welcome to Collingly Cottage!" Miss Lewisham said, walked forward and opening the small white gate leading into the garden. She entered, looked back and smiled and held her arm out wildly, beckoning for her guests to do the same. They all entered the garden. The soft squeaking of birds flooded the evacuees' ears. Their eyes opened wide in wonder. Never before had they ever seen or heard a more beautiful sight or sound.
Scarlett, Sierra and Amy sat in their homemade tent that they had constructed with their bed covers. The tiny light of the candle stick in the middle of them slightly showed the tiredness etched upon their pale faces. They had been forced to tie their hair back so that the risk of it catching fire wouldn't be an issue.
"It's lovely here, isn't it?" Scarlett said, her chattering lips providing somewhat of a smile. Her blue eyes glistened in the dim glow.
"Yes," Sierra agreed, holding her hands closer to the candle stick. Amy nodded in agreement.
A door creaked open somewhere near the room, and the girls silently shrieked. Even Amy, who barely ever got scared ("Or at least pretends she doesn't," in the words of Scarlett) was frightened. They blew out the candle and held the covers closer to them.
Creak.
The noise of someone walking on the floorboards was incredibly close. None of the girls said anything. The only sound was the noise of the floorboards and the quick, unsteady breathing of the girls.
The noise of the floorboards came closer, and the girls could tell that, whoever the footsteps belonged to, they were incredibly close.
A hand grabbed the tent. It was ripped back, exposing the girls to the cold, fierce air of the night.
Robert stood before them, his amber candle flickering in the wind.
"What are you still doing up?" he whispered, sitting down on the bed.
"We ask you the same question," Amy said back, her voice starting off loud then getting quieter as she realised the volume of her tone.
Robert shrugged and put the candle holder on the bedside table. He crossed his legs on the mattress and looked at the three girls before him.
"So, what were you talking about?" he muttered.
"Nothing!" Scarlett hissed, surprising Amy and herself. She wrapped her arms around her, throwing the covers over her icy feet.
Robert moved backwards a little and tried to take the cover. Amy hit him on the hand, so he opted for a pillow, instead.
"Spooky place, eh?" he muttered, glancing around the room. An owl hooted from the tree outside the window.
"Spooky?" Sierra said, staring at the boy. "Yes, but it's beautiful, isn't it?"
The others nodded in agreement.
They were silent for a while, taking in the noise of the animals outside and the fresh smell of rain pattering on the window sill.
"I'm tired!" Scarlett yawned, stretching her arms. "Can we please go to bed?"
Sierra yawned in reply.
Robert got up, said good night, and left. Sierra and Scarlett went and got into their beds, and then Amy blew out the candle.
"Night!" she whispered, before resting her head on her pillow and closing her eyes.
