It was raining. The lour roar of thunder could be heard echoing
off of the local mountains. With every bolt of electric blue
lightning, the kitchen was brilliantly lit for a slip second.
With every flash Mary's face appeared more scared, she sought
shelter under the table.
Observing the room, she noticed that it was remarkably clean. It
was usually littered with used plates, dirty cutlery and bin
liners. The cleaners were in every day other than Sunday...today
was Sunday. Mary also noticed a small red pool on the floor next
to her sleeping parents.
Mary is a smart four year old and knows they won't wake up but
it's a nice idea. She was usually smiling and happy; her bright
blue eyes were legendary in her house for getting people to
submit to her demands. Her brightly coloured clothes were
illuminated with the most brilliant blue tint every few seconds.
Her face was too young to show anything but happiness and
sadness, but right now she seemed angry? She had never felt angry
before, it felt weird she thought.
Her uncle Max was still in the house with a knife, she is smart
enough to know that's bad. He had disappeared upstairs to get rid
of the knife and make sure Mary wasn't there. Mary had been
hidden under there since she heard him come in; she never liked
Max...now she hated him...
The top stair creaked, someone was coming down...was it Max? Or
just her mind playing tricks on her. She heard someone coming
down, without looking she concluded it was her uncle. The front
door swung open and his silhouette slowly shrunk into the
The cold breeze mad Mary sleepy...her eyelids became heavy,
slowly but surely she got up from under the table and went to
close the door. Once the door was closed she looked for her mum's
phone book, she'd called her grandma before so she knew how to do
She lifted the receiver and started jabbing at buttons on the
cordless phone. Tears ran down her cheeks and gently rolled off
of her face. The ringing started and shortly after the familiar
voice of her kind and caring grandma answered;
"Hello?" she said enthusiastically to Mary
"Grandma...its mummy..." Mary said more tears rolling down her
face "she won't wake up..."
"Right" her grandma said concerned "stay where you are, I'm
coming right over, don't answer the door to anyone!"
"OK" Mary hung up, she suddenly realised how sleepy she was and
lost her balance. The floor was cold and hard, She'd hit her head
but felt ok...the world went black.
"Mary?" came a man's voice "Mary sweetheart can you hear me?"
Mary opened her eyes to see a man in a bright florescent jacket
on. There was a weird mask over her face and she appeared to be
breathing in what was coming out of it. She panicked, where was
her mum? Who was this man? She struggled trying to get the man
away from her.
"Mary" came her Grandma's voice "stop struggling, please, we
need to go on a trip and this man will look after you"
Mary could now see her grandma approaching her. She was lifted
by the strange man and taken to a big car with flashing lights
and a bed in the back...but what of her parents?
"So to conclude, a secure attachment is important in future life
because it seems to determine on whether or not your
relationships will be successful "Mary stopped her presentation
there, the rest of the class applauded and she sat back down. Her
body had filled out in the past 14 years.
She was now quite tall, blonde haired, green eyed (they seem to
have changed over the past few summers), and considered a 'geek'
because of her brilliant memory and cleverness.
The bell went and she packed and left for her dinner. The social
area for 6th form was rubbish, the paint was falling
off of the walls, posters were scattered around the floor and the
bins were never stood up. She called this a social area because
this was the only place 'geeks' like her could go without being
threatened by some idiots who's greatest achievement was lasting
three minutes and ten seconds before the police caught them.
She usually sat with Liz, her best friend who she'd know since
she was eleven. Liz was a red head with a massive brain, but both
of them knew an awful lot about fashion as well. They were one of
the select few smart people who could fit in if they chose to.
Half way through dinner Mary gave up on waiting for Liz, She had
text her and gotten no reply. She sat and listened to Slipknot on
her I-pod. A cold breeze arrived with the most hated
6th former ever.
Kevin Michaels had previously done time in a juvenile detention
centre for attempted armed robbery. He was mean but smart, which
is how he passed his GCSE's and got accepted back into
"Hey!" He shouted at Mary "big ass! Move over so I can have a
"Excuse me?" Mary said, turning off her I-pod and replacing it
in her bag "I believe I don't have to do anything you say,
especially as we are under the freedom of expression act of 1998,
so you can say that and I can refuse!"
"Yes but I can force you to move!" he lunged at her. Mary
panicked and held out her hands to defend herself. A thud was
heard on the opposite wall...she opened her eyes and Kevin was on
the floor unconscious on the other side of the room...but how did
he get there?
"Oh my god!" A girl shouted loudly "You freak!"
Everyone was looking at Mary shocked. Her hands were
outstretched facing the unconscious bindle of impoliteness.
Everyone ran out or over to the head of 6th form's
office. Mary was shocked, had she done that? She saw the teachers
arriving looking for the source of the commotion. At this point
Mary ran out of the nearest fire exit and headed for the school
gates, crying as she ran no-one seemed to come to get her. She
kept running until she felt it was safe to stop, behind a group
of houses she considered her options... she could run away before
it becomes a government matter, or she could face it and be
tested and probed for the rest of her life, or simply stay and
test her 'powers'...
Either way she was in serious trouble! Where can she go...?