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Monday 20th July 1992
I'm up earlier than everyone but my Uncle which is unusual because I'm normally the last to rise. I look at the little old-fashioned clock on the bedside table and see that it's twenty to six. Making the least amount of noise possible I creep out of bed, pull on my jumper and tip-toe down the softly carpeted stairs that lead straight down to the kitchen. I really love this house. It's a large farmhouse with six bedrooms. The oak front door leads into the hall which goes off to the living room the dining room though we never use it. Everyone uses the side door into the kitchen. There are stairs leading to the kitchen too. I prefer them to the main stairs. The kitchen is large but cosy. It has a table, a worktop, an oven and an old agar. Five doors lead from the kitchen: one outside, one to the hallway, one to the stairs, one to the muck house and one to the pantry where I go to get some cereal.
As I sit, eating, someone comes in through the muck house.
"Mornin' Tori, you're up early!" exclaims Uncle Ray, "You coming out today?"
Normally if I'm up early I help out on the farm in the morning but today I decide not to. "No thanks I've got plans."
He looks like he's about to laugh. I never have plans. "Oh, you're a kid so I suppose you always got plans a goin' on..." He doesn't believe me
I eat my breakfast really slowly then take what seems like forever to shower and dress in red shorts, a shirt and converse with my bottle-green jumper tied around my waist, my hair in a long plait and my dolphin charm bracelet on my wrist but when I'm done its only seven. I pack my canvas backpack with a bottle of water, apple, my book and pencil case. I scribble a brief note to my Mum before running from the house down the lane and don't stop until my knee begins to throb.
My knee always throbs. When I was seven years old I fell off of my bike and bashed my knee. I fell again when I was eight and my Mum just left it. The hospital said it was fine so my mum agreed but she couldn't feel the pain could she? On Christmas Eve
1990 I had an operation to sew the cartilage that was torn but sadly it was unfixable and I remain partly disabled. Damn you, knee.
I sit on a little bench to rest my knee and drink some water. After a while I look at my watch: ten to eight. I can imagine my mum reading the note and my brother exaggerating how I ran from the house.
I try to get my bearings but am quite lost. London is much easier to get around than the country side.
I walk down a long, grassy lane. The morning sun is shining and the dewy leaves give off a sweet summery smell as I skip carelessly on my way, not caring where I end up or if I find my way back. Soon I come to a gate with a stile and choose to climb over hoping I won't be seen by the field owner. I leap around and breathe the fresh air before sitting by a little brook and writing in my lilac book.
I ran away today. Not forever, I'll go home later but for now I want to be away from my family. I woke up early and took off in hope of finding a friend which I will do but first I sit and watch the sky. The clouds and the birds and the planes and everything else. It's beautiful out here.
"Hello" says a dreamy voice.
I look up to see a small girl with long white-blonde hair, wearing a yellow pinafore-dress accessorised with radish earrings and a cork necklace.
"Umm, who are you?" I ask shyly.
"I'm Luna. Luna Lovegood. What's your name?" says the girl called) Luna. She seems friendly.
"V-Victoria." I stammer. "Victoria Jackson. What interesting, err, jewellery...?"
"Oh thank you!" she beams then adds in a whisper, "they keep away the nargles."
"Nargles?" I ask, confused.
"Yes, nargles. Not many people know about them. They're tiny creatures that are very mischievous and like to steal your possessions. Be careful of the Wrackspurts too! They're invisible creatures that go inside your head and make your brain go fuzzy!"
Her brain seemed to be fuzzy enough without these 'wrackspurt' thingies but I liked her so I let her sit with me and we talked for ages about absolutely everything. Even some completely wacky things about Luna's weird creatures.
Luna took me to her garden and we looked for nargles and wrackspurts. She has some really funny glasses that help you see them. She said only 'people like us' can see them but I don't know what that's supposed to mean.
I finish my daisy chain and glance at my watch to see it's almost four. I've been out for almost nine whole hours!
'I need to go' I sigh.
'No' Luna protests, 'you can't leave!'
'I have too, Luna.' I tie my daisy chain around her wrist and she puts hers around mine. 'I promise I'll be back tomorrow.'
I get up and walk back towards the stile. I turn to wave at Luna but she's busy dancing and waving her arms in a fairy-like way. I smile to myself as I climb over the stile and try to find my way home.