Chapter one.
Back at Kirrin!
Anne and George stared out of Kirrin Cottage, their faces turned dreamily towards the sea, where Kirrin Island stood proudly in the middle. Timmy, feeling out of things, bounded up and thrust his nose in George's hand. George was a girl and her real name was Georgina, but she had always wanted to be a boy and, as her cousin Dick said, she went up in smoke if anyone called her Georgina. Timmy was her dog, a huge mongrel which she had raised from a puppy. He was the best guard the children could have, the others being Anne, Julian and Dick, George's cousins. "Sorry Timmy, I was daydreaming about Kirrin Island and seeing my…I mean…" she said, casting a look at Anne, "our castle."
Timmy barked, as if to say: That's quite alright, so was I! Anne laughed. "He seems to understand everything we say." she grinned. Timmy barked again and licked Anne's hand. "Won't it be fun when the boys come back from school tomorrow. Then we can explore Kirrin Island again!" said George, patting Timmy and coming away from the window.
"Yes! A whole term away from my brothers! Julian's almost in sixth form now, he's fifteen, nearly sixteen! And I'm twelve, last!" Anne exclaimed.
"But you're still the youngest, Dick and I are thirteen, nearly fourteen." said George, grinning.
Tears formed in Anne's eyes. "I can't help being the youngest. Why, I'm almost a teenager! I…" she said angrily.
"Alright, alright. Don't get in a huff. I was only joking, silly. Yum, can you smell that tea mother's making? It smells heavenly!" George said, sticking her nose in the air and sniffing. Tim did the same and Anne laughed.
"Yes, it does smell nice. Aunt Fanny is such a good cook, and so is Sarah the cook." she agreed. All the children loved Aunt Fanny, for she was gentle and kind. Uncle Quentin, George's father, however was completely different. He was a scientist, and very serious and frowned a lot. He scared the children as he was bad tempered and cross, though he could be nice sometimes. George nodded in agreement to Anne's comment.
George and Anne made their way down the stairs. Tea was ready and as they entered the dining room they saw new made buns. They sat down and ate hungrily, Timmy under the dog. He wasn't meant to be fed at the table, but it was strange how little titbits managed to find their way to his mouth…
At last both the girls lay back in their chairs contently and Aunt Fanny came in to collect the plates. "That was lovely, thank you Aunt Fanny." Anne said. George's mother smiled. "How about you both take Timmy for a walk over the cliff. The fresh air would do you all good." she suggested. George nodded and they both went to the hallway to collect their shoes and thin coats. They strolled down the autumn lanes, the golden sun shining down on the two girls and the dog. Timmy ran on ahead, sniffing the ground as he went, his tail wagging nineteen to dozen. "Look, you can see Kirrin Island clearly now." said George, her eyes shining to see her island. It was her island, as her mother's family had owned a lot of Kirrin land, though now they owned only the farm, the cottage and the island, which Aunt Fanny had given George. George, though had promised to share it with her cousins. They both looked at it. "Remember the adventures we had on the island?" asked Anne, not taking her eyes away from Kirrin Island.
"Yes!" replied George, "They were marvellous. And how about last summer, when we went caravanning and met those circus people. And those two crooks that stole all that precious jewellery."
"Oh yes and we stumbled right on their hiding place and found them out. Oh and remember that boy called Nobby, from the circus, who shared our adventure!" Anne went on.
They both thought of all their hair-raising adventures, which they seemed to continually be falling into. Timmy, of course shared all their adventures with the boys and Anne and of course his beloved George. He barked, as if he was remembering the adventures as well. George patted his head and then they both turned to go back.
That night George and Anne both tumbled into bed thankfully. The journey on the train back from school had worn them out and so they were asleep as soon as their heads touched the pillow. They were soon dreaming of the adventures they may have the next day…
Author notes: this my first story i've published so plz plz review. I'll add another chapter if i get some reviews :):)