AN: Okay, as I right this I am getting my hair done, getting it streaked green, I'm gonna look mouldy :P No, I love the weirdness of it all, I don't know if you all like the detail that I put in this, but I think it makes the story. If it wasn't there, the chapters would be a lot shorter and I reckon it would be very crap, my opinion, Anyway, R&R please!
Disclaimer: I don't own Tracy Beaker or any of its spinoffs.
A pebble in the water makes a ripple effect,
Every action in this world will bear a consequence,
If you wade around forever you will surely drown,
- Face Down (The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.)
Hidden Memories: Face The Future – Chapter 7 - Those Amber leaves Shall fall.
The class had been disbanded while the teachers had sought off into a different direction, whispering quietly between themselves. Melody had felt the need to kick up a major fuss as she had left, she'd banged the door shut, the wall quivering under the strain at which she to faced, her middle finger had glided through the air as she passed by the window; these actions of hers was sure to be the hot topic at lunch time. The four friends, who maybe shouldn't be classed as friends to her, had waddled off along the corridor; stopping outside the gym. An alcove with an empty shelf was to be their resting place.
Sapphire and Frank sat on the shelf, Merlin and Liam leaning against the walls either side, the mixture of shock and befuddlement was still etched on their faces. To others, there really was no understanding Melody Jones, she was different; was their reasoning. But to those who lived in a place such as the one she resided knew better, a whole load of contributing factors would be the answer, those factors may even be too many to count.
"Well, Tiger showed some!" Sapphire deadpanned, the usually gem sparkled voice had lost its potency. She really wasn't sure what to say right now, hell still today people admit to not knowing, all of them in that class had chose to act as normal as possible, as that's what they had thought best to do, but today they admit to being as stuck as her 'friends' as to how to react. Frank, to, was at a cross roads but had decided to jump on the band wagon that had just presented itself as an option. "Yeah well, she showed that last week, pushing you over…" Liam glared at his best friend in disbelief, really, was he really digging up the past.
He knew Frank knew the golden rule of being in care; never ever broach the subject of past lives, of past actions, unless the one with the memories had chosen to breach its boundaries. Obviously his trail of thought had been null and void today. If they'd only thought of what they were to do, consider their actions before they acted, then maybe Melody would still be sitting in a boring Geography class with all of them, mooching answers off of each other and slagging of their teachers behind their backs for a joke. But no, they hadn't thought had they. Anyone in their right mind could see that Melody was in no mood toady for a laugh. He dug his hands deep into his pockets and walked off. "What?" Frank reciprocated in a reproachful lilt after the receeding figure, no reply or retort was returned to the blonde haired boy.
'Now look what you've gone and done; now they'll definitely know your nuts!" Melody was sat high in a tree, the reason why she chose trees as her retreat was that she thought she could see things more clearly from here, like she had a choice, I mean one was pretty drastic; but it was a way to freedom…
The school had called up her carers and Mike Milligan was on his way, like Superman to the rescue, though he didn't wear his pants over a spandex suit; that would just look too wrong, was too wrong to even ponder on such an idea for too long. Mike pulled up in the white mini bus, parking it in the disabled parking. In a way he didn't care if it got clamped or whatever, one of his young charges was in serious trouble and he was going to get there as fast as he could, by any means possible. He needn't have rushed though, as Melody was nowhere to be seen on campus, this worried Mike so he sent a call around to his colleagues, Gina Conway and Tracy Beaker, for them to start looking for one Miss Jones. So that's how they spent the afternoon, walking aimlessly around, they didn't have a clue about what types of places she liked to hide out in when she got angry or upset, it made them realise how little they knew of the reclusive, slightly introverted girl.
Tracy passed by a huge Cedar tree, its branches sprawling all over the place, the leaves a cluster of amber red in the dazzling downpour, it was raining. If only she had taken the chance to look up and see the beauty of nature would she have seen the sodden, grack bagged girl, hunched in a ball, eyes looking into the sky as clouds rushed to cover the light that protruded through. Her phone ringing on and off with the boring statutory tone that had not been changed since the day of purchase, she'd kept forgetting to change it.
Tracy…Mike…Gina, all of these had called when an unknown number flashed across the pale blue screensaver of the silver Sony Erikson flip phone.
She closed her eyes as she flipped up the lid of the phone and clicked on the green icon that signalled for the call to be connected. She didn't talk for a minute; she wanted them to talk first, just in case one of them had used another's phone to contact her. But they never talked; the only sound heard on the receiver had been the erratic heavy breathing of the unidentified caller. "Who is this?!" Melody demanded, the shrillness of her voice broke through and she winced at how weak she sounded. The other person seemed to freeze before they replied, with an almost nervous lilt to their voice. "…Erm…Liam." Alarm flashed through the receivers eyes, how the ruddy hell had he managed to get a hold of her number, she hadn't given it out to anyone except the carers, and that was only after they'd demanded for ten minutes solid. So she asked, slightly intrigued at the spy-ness of this situation. But before the boy could reply, she knew. "Tracy, who else, tell her 'confidentiality is everything, right?!'" the sarcasm in her tone was evident, if this wasn't such a tense and touchy subject, Liam may have well have laughed at this. But her voice seemed so cold to him, so empty yet so…evil?! Melody hung up after lingering on the end for a few seconds, she caught the hitch in Liam's breath and smiled, did her eyes flash in malice as well?. Oh, this was too sweet!
The voice was coming and she knew it, she greeted it in a friendly fashion. "Oh hello, what can I be doin' for you?!" the voice snarled at her camaraderie's. "How dare you address me, you've ruined it, I warned you…I told you to keep away from him, you foolish child…murderer,,,murderer…you deserve to di…" But it did not finish its sentence because Melody nodded, she nodded!
Hours later, she still hadn't returned.
The school had expelled her for two days.
And hours later she still hadn't returned…
AN: Sorry it's a bit shorter than normal, I was running out of time to complete this chapter, so I cut it off, but I like this slight cliff hanger, mwah ha ha! Reviewers get a crisp amber red leaf in honour of their commitment to this fic and just because i can give them out, funny how that works, eh?!
