Something has to be done…
Something has to be done…
Katie padded through the high tech, modern, dream apartment (that belonged to her uncle) in bare feet, treading past Toms' bed as quietly as she could, so as not to wake him. He got cranky when he was woken suddenly. As a cousin, she knew. She used to wake him at three am when they were kids, and hide, trying not to give away her position by laughing too hard at him wandering around, yelling nonsense, still half asleep…
Shit!
A wave of pain located in her right foot brought her back to the present with a jolt. A painful jolt. Her eyes watering, she clapped her hand to her mouth and held her foot, hopping around on one leg and wobbling so much that eventually—
CRASH.
She'd fallen on the coffee table.
She looked over at Tom, but he just frowned in his sleep, muttered something about a "hose"… or was it "Rose…"?
She lowered herself to the floor and inspected the damage. No blood. Not even a bruise. How disappointing. No war wound to show off…
When Katie was completely sure her leg was NOT about to fall off, she glanced around for the weapon of torture. Ah… there was the offender. A small blue notebook lay a few feet away from her (how could something so small cause so much pain?). She picked it up and hurried into the ling room with it.
Upon sitting down in the squashiest, most comfortable armchair in the room, Katie inspected it. Th front and back cover were blank, bar a small red heart aon the bottom right corner of the front cover.
Aha… Things were going to get interesting.
She opened it, ignoring the first few pages (which wished the reader –ie. Katie/Frances- a painful and elaborate death) and skim read…
… and her heart sank.
On the pages which her cousin had not written the name "Rose" about a hundred times withing tiny hearts, he had written… songs.
Songs that were never meant to be read, let alone sung…
All of them, around a hundred, bearing a title including the word "Rose"… she put the book down and sighed. Something had to be done.
To: Frances
From: Katie
Subject: Something has to be done…
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Frances,
You will never guess what I just found.
The Book. You remember the Book? The one Tom was going to show us, but chickened out? Well, it's all about… her.
It is soooo sweet, too. Seriously. You wouldn't believe it. Here is just a random example of one of the songs:
"And I love the way she smiles
And the way she doesn't care
There's something special
About the way she looks at me
A dream
A hope
An intertwined destiny
And a shared history…"
And that's one of the worst ones. The most soppy and… sad, I mean. I cried, reading this!
And you know what this song is called?
Permanent Rose.
Something has to be done.
All my love,
Katie x
To: Katie
From: Frances
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Subject: I agree!!
Katie,
I completely agree. Is there a way we could get that book to Rose?
No… probably not…
a)I don't know her address
b)Tom would kill us!!
So… plan B…
Hang on… I had an idea…!
I'm emailing Indigo. I'll ring you later.
Frances
To: Frances
From: Katie
Subject: Plan?
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I wanna know about the plan!
Who's Indigo? Oh yeah… Rose's bro.
I wanna know the PLAN!!
Katie
To: Frances
From: Katie
Subject: Plan?
FRANCES? ANSWER ME!!
Katie
