Ok. Upon request here is the- admittedly late- chapter 2 of Banarnia this time featuring a banana called Mr Banana. To be fair, I have my excuses and I wouldn't be doing this unless I was still interested in my revision...but you don't care so here's the second chapter :P
Tessa rolls out into the kitchen. Rosie and Jasper prepare a full English breakfast, at the stove and worktops. Jasper spots his little sister and reacts with a smile and question.
"Tess. Do you want some?"
"No, thank you." Tessa replies.
She stumbles over past the fruit bowl, picks out the remaining banana then rolls over to the table where the scruffy ginger cat wakes. Tessa drops the banana onto the table and picks up the cat imprisoned by his slumber. Jasper spots this and speaks up.
"Don't do that, Tess. Genie was sleeping."
Tessa responds with a moan, slumping at the table, and sits the cat on her lap. Within an instance the cat is back in his sleep state- purring.
"Toss that pen, Jasper." Tessa mummers, pointing out a pen by Jasper's side.
"I beg your pardon?" He responds, not turning. Tessa clamps her jaw.
"Toss that pen, Jasper. Please." Tessa corrects herself.
Jasper rewards her by carrying forth her comand. Tessa catches the pen and clicks it on. Picking up the banana in one hand, she draws on a two eyes and a smile on the banana. Rosie walks up to the table with her fried breakfast in her hands. Caught by the banana, Rosie comments.
"Give it a name then."
"Right," Tessa confirms. Contemplating for a moment before coming out with "Mr Banana."
"Creative. Does he eat?"
"No, silly. I eat him." Tessa stares at the banana for a while in suspense. She cocks her head to the side.
"So...when are you going to eat him?" Jasper asks Tessa.
"When my wish comes true." She responds.
Jasper and Rosie share a confused look but do not dare ask what the wish was. They've learnt, through experience, such questions are left best unasked thus unanswered.
It had been six days since the four siblings came to Birch house. They were not overwhelmed by the experience. Nothing but rolling hills and orchards were no place for city dwelling kids and to make matters worse, there was no internet. The only recent things to come into the dwelling was food brought by a Sainsbury's van every Sunday afternoon. And, seeing it was Saturday, it was although the siblings had seen no other form of civilisation outside the house. Tessa's book had become a form of worship, making a break from the tired worn books in Birch house. The children were utterly bored. Tessa had studied the book of Narnia several times over and Eric had started to appreciated walking in clean air.
Tessa put aside the book on her bedside table and thought about joining Eric on one of his walks. But, as the idea of looking at nothing but green for a long period of time irritated her, she decided to tour the house. She crept into Rosie's room and took her scarf that Tessa so very much adored. A marbled cream and brown scarf lay on the bedside table. It wasn't the colour that Tessa adored but the size. If she unraveled it, and stepped through it, it appeared as though Tessa was wearing a evening dress.
She picked up the scarf and wore it like a dress. She checked that Mr Banana was in her cardigan pocket still and then set of on an adventure. She started in the bedroom corridor and followed it round to the back balcony. This was next to the office with the words carved into the door-do not disturb. Tessa shrugged. Confrontation is impossible. They were the only ones in the house. Also Tessa felt a need to disturb something; she was driving slowly to insanity and boredom. She stepped forward to the door and opened it. It swung open, as though sighing in relief. In front of Tessa was an abandoned room. Dust collected on every surface and broken cobwebs hung from ceilings. Everything appeared as though they hadn't been touched for years, which made it all the more shocking to have a perfectly sleek and shiny brand new wardrobe on the opposite wall. The door was a mirror reflecting back to Tessa the shocked image of herself. She stumbled forward- kicking up dust, years of history- to get to the wardrobe. Her hand fell onto the door knob and clenched. She embraced to open it- for what else was she supposed to do.