THE MUSIC BOX (chapter 4.2)

by Kanga in my own little bubble

This is really long! REALLY LONG! but please bare with me! And comment :) no ones been commenting on anything before...but whatever 

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“Come on Tess. Wakey, wakey,” 

“Mmm, wha…no” I groaned, still half asleep

An arrow of light hit my face and I shot upwards. Oh no. They had opened the curtains. I guess that’s the only way they can wake me up.

“Arr, no! The evil light beam will not wake me!” I cried playfully and I hid myself under the covers.

“Aw come on Tess,” dad sighed happily, “fine, you can have breakfast in bed just this once.”

I could hear his heavy footsteps plonking noisily out of the room, and then from downstairs he bellowed “IT’S PANCAKES!”

Hehe, I guess he was only being nice because mum told him about my nightmare. Well who cares. Breakfast in bed. Score! Well I still have to go pick up the music box from Uncle Ian and Aunt Edna’s house. Not that I want to. I bet that they are still angry at me. My cousins, I mean. For no reason might I add! I’ll go after breakfast, take the bike and my bag to put it in. Maybe I can persuade them to change their mind…

After sleeping in for a little longer, dad came in with steaming hot pancakes with maple syrup and hot chocolate.

“Here you are. You’re so lucky. What I would give for someone to give me breakfast in bed, maybe even my beautiful, lovely, kind daughter?” he winked, glad to see I’m back to my old self.

I laughed, “yeah, but don’t bet on it. I was thinking that I could go to Uncle Ian’s and Aunt Edna’s house today after breakfast, to pick up the music box,” I said happily, shoving down the pancakes.

Dad frowned, “but didn’t you go yesterday? I saw it in your bag. And wasn’t that what your nightmare was about?”

I stopped in mid bite, mouth open, “wagh? I dognt membrg jhat? Wagh waz nitmaghare hbout?”

Seeing the perplexed look on my dads face, I swallowed the mouthful of pancakes, almost choking in the process and repeated myself, “What do you mean I went yesterday? I don’t remember that. And I can never remember my nightmares, or dreams for that matter, how’d you know what it was about?”

“Is there something wrong dear?” asked dad worriedly, touching my forehead to see if there was a fever.

“Ouch!” I shrieked as his hand touched my skin. It felt as if he stabbed a knife there.

“Honey,” genuine concern crossed his face and he looked at me as if I was a nut-case, “I think we should take you to the doctor. You can’t be sick for the flight. And we are going in two days.”

“WHAT?” I couldn’t help shouting “there is nothing wrong with me. And I know I didn’t go yesterday! I’ll prove it!”

Walking over to my black and silver billabong handbag, I mused over all the things in my mind. I was 99% sure that I didn’t go yesterday but then deep down, in that one percent, I knew that I saw Lucy… Grabbing the bag and ripping I open I pulled out something oval and egg shape. Suddenly all the memory came flooding back, going to their house, Lucy, the monster, the nightmare, “LYRINE!” I shouted aloud.

“Um yes Tess, that’s what your mum said your nightmare was about,”

“I remember, I remember!” I cry joyfully.

The distress that was on my fathers face a moment ago, disappeared and was replaced with anger.

“Were you pretending before, because if you were that wasn’t funny”

“What? No! I really didn’t! The music box made me remember! I know now. But it really did hurt when you touched my head, maybe I should go to the doctor.”

“Maybe,” dad still didn’t believe me, “let me touch it one more time, maybe you have a fever.”

Reluctantly I agreed. Dad slowly lowered his hand onto my head and I tensed and closed my eyes tightly, waiting for the agony. So as his skin touched mine…nothing. No terrible pain. No searing torture. I opened my eyes, surprised. Though I regretted it as soon as I saw the look on dad’s face, well let’s just say he wasn’t overjoyed that I didn’t feel any anguish or distress. Which, when you think about it is kind of weird.

“Look Tess, stop fooling around. You really had me scared there.”

Well what could I say? He wouldn’t believe me anyway.

“Yes dad,” I sighed gloomily.

“Are you all packed?”

“Yes dad.”

“Good. You can come downstairs and help with the kitchen.”

I gaped at him. I mean, I packed my whole room. Everything! And now that I know what a Lyrine is I can check it out on the internet. Not to mention actually have a good look at the music box and figure out how to open it. But dad wasn’t in a mood for objections so I just nodded and marched to the kitchen.

WOO you got to the end, congrats you are very patient ;)