A/N I wrote this probably about 2 years ago when i was in year 8, i won the story writing competition with this and won $50! but this is just the first chapter. The competition word cut off was 1000 words so i had to shorten the story dramatically, so to submit this here i decided to lengthen it back to what is more like its original state, actually i think this version is better, I'll upload part 2 soon.
"Oh god, the air burns each time I breathe" complained a small stout woman.
"Mmm, darling," too hot to reply properly. They didn't have wether like this in England, well except that one summer in 2006. They were dragging themselves to a river to swim. Of course, keeping an eye out for snakes. This Australian weather was going to be the end of them, they were sure of it. The hot, humid air melted over them making it feel as if they were in a sauna, the flies constantly buzzing around their heads, scorching hot road, and then after days the reliving rain come gushing down bucket, after bucket of freezing rain cooling the air and leaving the ground warm. Unfortunately the rainy days were a little while late. So they decided to go to a river they had heard about while stopping at a local café and hearing some of the local kids talking about going for a swim.
"Oh my god! It's so fuckin' hot."
"No fucking shit Sarah." This was met with laughter from all of the group. There was 4 of them, two boys, two girls. One of them was a knockout. She had at least a D cup, perfect tan, straight white teeth with hazel eyes and light brown hair. The British male seemed to be taking special interest in her. She was who the couple assumed was Sarah. She was serving customers whilst talking to her friends all hanging out behind the derelict counter with at least 30 years of carvings and graffiti on it.
"Well Sarah we all know your hot, hot for me that is" This unfortunately for the boy was met with large groans from the other three.
"You are such a noob Warbs." he just shrugged he's shoulders and grabbed a coke out of the fridge. Sarah turned and started to wipe tables and Warbs silently approached her and stuck the cold coke bottle down the neck of her shirt. Sarah screamed and writhed to get away from him while the kids cracked up laughing. Warbs let her go still smiling and Sarah turned around and slapped him on the shoulder.
"God you ARE a noob and you gotta pay for that coke now, I was gonna let it slide."
"Oh no, how will I ever afford two bucks, I think I might die! Geez Sarah, some harsh words there, calling me a noob, I'm devo, upside-down smiley face and all." Sarah tried not the smile, tried being the key word.
The girl who answered Sarah after the comment that started it decided to steer the conversation.
"Anyways guys when Sarah finishes her shift we should all go down to the creek."
"Good idea Nat, ill be finished in 5 anyway. Ya think I should close up early?"
"Yeah I think so, what do you think Blake?"
"Sure, but aren't there people over there?"
"Oh crap, I'm sorry guys did u want anything else?" Sarah said addressing the couple.
"No no it's ok, but we would like to know where the creek is."
"Oh cool, its just down Clerk Street for about a kilometre then when you get to stonebridge haven crescent just turn right. And follow it, then turn into the 2nd paddock and keep going straight."
"Thank you young lady" said the lady.
"No probs." She said and started clearing away the remanets of chocolate milkshakes and a large chips. After this the children all helped to lock up and they all decided to stop off at Sarah's to go and get towels but as Warbs claimed, "Towels aren't the only thing we're getting" this used in conjunction with a sharp pinch Sarah's arse received a dig in the ribs.
The rather stout English lady was craning her neck to try to keep those young men in sight. This earned a rather venomous glare from her husband.
"What? I would be staring at you like that if you'd been bothered to keep your body looking like that."
"Same for you hon." This was met with a glare with the intensity to match her husbands. At which after a grand total of two seconds they both laughed.
The couple strolled off to they're hotel holding hands as they went.
"Honey?"
"Mmm?"
"When should we go?"
"Dunno we should probably go just after midday"
"Sounds like a plan" she kissed him and they walked up to the hotel gate and opened it cringing at the squeak.
"Ah here's Stonebridge" commented the man
"oh thank god, the road is so hot its melting my thongs" Sighing the women changed direction and set her eyes to the second paddock.
Flop, flop, flop, flop, flop, flop, the thongs made a beat making the walk seem rather ceremonious.
Entering the paddock the man scratched furiously at he's leg where the grass was irritating him. The flies buzzed and buzzed and they waved and waved.
"We should have bought our aero guard," commented the woman pluckily. The man remained silent, smelling the harsh dry air that seemed to suck all moisture from he lungs.
All of a sudden they felt a great cool sensation as they stepped into the shady path, leading into the forest where the river lies. They revelled in the pleasure and took in great big breathes of cool damp air in the glade. The luscious green of the ferns and the dry looking trees made such an interesting contrast. The woman was amazed and paused to look closely at the bark. Back in England trees didn't have such a light bark, and certainly weren't as tall, they were rather dark and short. She wasn't quite sure which ones she liked better. She knew there was one thing she liked more about England, the climate. It may not be as sunny but at least it was consistent and you knew what to expect. Unlike this Australian weather, it's hot and dry one minute and freezing and wet the next, literally, the first day they came, they took one step out of the airport into a 38-degree day and almost fainted. They walked 10 steps and heard a sound a lot like rain. The smell of damp earth settled over them a cool breeze rushed over them and they turned, just in time to see a massive thick curtain of rain sweep over them drenching them within seconds.
A few moments later they heard the loud "Tooo-wit, tooo-wit" of a bird, high in the canopy and the warbling of the black and white magpies lazily gliding through the branches, too hot to look for food. The cawing of they're adolescents clumsily jumping from branch to branch, ignoring the heat. Slow rustle, rustle of the echidna crossing the path as it's belly rubbed on the ground and its little feet struggling to keep it moving.
"Beep-eep!"
"Oh what a marvellous shot of that eh-kid-nah" said the man as he viewed the photo on he's digital camera. He has to articulate each syllable of the word echidna to break out of the habit of calling them "E-chid-nays".
"Oh excellent, I hear you don't often see echidnas in these parts."
"I'm going to miss Australia, it will seem so dull and boring once we go back to Lancashire."
"Same here darling, maybe we'll go and stay with cousin Claire and her husband Patrick on her farm just outside of Bristol, just to ease ourselves back into England life."
"I'd like that darling." They both turned to look at each other, smiled and linked arms.
A/N Ok so its not reaaly that much of a fanfiction yet, the other part of the story is the part that was inspired by Alyzon Whitestarr by Isobelle Carmody. Please read and review, i know how many people are reading this! i want you to review it as well!!!! :D