A/n this is only the prologue, but it's a summarized first chapter of the actual book. I just want to get past the details and get to the action and drama. So just don't let this put you off. And before I start. The show is a carnival sorta thing. And landrover is a type of car, but you probably already knew that.
I also should let you know that this contains gender bending on; Canada, England, South Italy and Australia. It's also based in Australia and they are in a small country town called Wirrawee. I think that's all you need to know.
I don't know whose idea it was to start writing this, or who insisted it was me that wrote it. All knew is that I had no idea where to start. I looked up at everyone expectantly, their eyes were set on me.
"where do I start?" I said, my eyes landed on Alfred, my twin brother. He looked serious, which is becoming more and more frequent due to our circumstances.
"from the beginning" he said. I nodded in reply.
From the beginning… well I guess it all began when I went to visit my friend Lovina. She sent me an urgent text telling me to visit her straight away.
"so… what's so important I had to come over straight away" I said, emphasizing the 'straight away'. A deep blush grew on Lovina's face. A large smile split onto my face. "has it got to do with a certain Spaniard?"
"no, why would you think that?" Lovina grumbled, keeping her head down. "ok, maybe it does.. but… shut up"
I laughed. "what did you do? Actually no… I don't want to know"
"you perverted-… I didn't do anything like that" she frowned, before turning 10 more shades of red. "we didn't have much time anyway"
i made gagging motions. "I don't wanna hear it"
"it's not like you're any better, with Ivan last year" Lovina said crossing her arms.
"that wasn't even a thing, we barely got to first base"
Lovina rolled her eyes before standing up and walking towards her laptop. "we still have two weeks left of Christmas holiday and the shows not for another week"
"we haven't been down to the river in awhile" she said to me.
"let's do that" she suggested "we can ask your dad for the landrover"
"we'd never be allowed "
"we could give it a go"
"if we have the Landrover we could go straight past tailor's and into hell"
Tailor's, Tailor's stitch, is a long line, an arête, that goes dead straight from Mt Martin to Wombegonoo. It's rocky, and very narrow and steep in places, but you can walk along it, and there's a bit of cover. The views are fantastic. Hell is what's on the other side of Tailor's, a cauldron. Hell is boulders and trees and blackberries and feral dogs and wombats and undergrowth. It's a wild place, and I didn't know anyone who'd been there, though I'd stood on the edge and looked down on it quite often. For one thing I couldn't see how you'd get in there. The cliffs all around it are spectacular, hundreds of meters high in places. There's a series of small cliffs called Satan's Steps that drop into it, but believe me, if these are steps, the Great Wall of China is my back fence.
The main problem was getting my parent's convinced to let us do it. They were always trying to think of alternatives, other than let me take the car.
"Why do you have to take the landrover?" Dad asked.
"Can't you just go on horses, that would we fun" typical mum.
"I'm 18 in a few months, besides Alfred's coming… I think" I said. We finally settled that we could take the car, but I was the only one allowed to drive it. Dad insisted I took eight people, but we finally settled on 7.
It's funny how only a few months ago I was sitting in a warm house arguing with my parents. How things have changed.
