'24th December 2013.
7 days to my ninth birthday.
1 day to Christmas.
One of the two days I have with Sadie'
Her pen flowed across the blank page of her notebook, writing all the details about today, trying to figure out why it brought such a feeling of dread in the pits of her stomach.
For six months in a row, nightmares have been haunting her dreams. They featured Cleopatra's Needle, the British Museum and a fiery an with blood-red skin. All ended in the same way - the body of her adoptive father encased in a golden sarcophagus, dragged through the floor. It was too much of a coincidence.
"Althea!" The call of her brother brought her back down to Earth. She looked up, annoyance crossing her features.
"What?" Her tone was clipped.
He rolled his eyes (an extremely unusual expression on him), finishing off his reminder to put on her seatbelt. For some reason, the plane'a PA system was out of order (or so he claimed). She complied, absentmindedly glancing at the digital face of her watch. 6.30pmOver an hour late for Visiting Day. Sadie was going to throw a fit.
An unconscious smile spread across her face at the thought of the twelve-year-old hurricane waiting for her in London.
Sadie Kane was, to put it simply, one of a kind. With a razor-sharp tongue and brazen manner, she was the life of the family. The only person who called her 'Allie' without obtaining a black eye.
"We will be making our descent into London International Airport shortly. Please fasten all seat belts, stow all tray tables and keep all seats upright. Toilets should not be used at this time."
A scowl immediately replaced her grin. Her brother had obviously passed on false information, causing an unnecessary extra minutes of discomfort.
"Dang it," She cursed.
