Eternity

Talulah has had a up and down life. Now her parents have moved her to a new country away from her best friend Lucy. How can she cope?! But these dreams of him keep on coming to Talulah. Gram, the voodoo grandma, shows Talulah a life she may have if he will let her. Signs keep on showing up to Talulah of a lover who will change her life. But all she needs is for him to show up!
Will he show up? Or will Talulah have to give up on him eternity.

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1. Flight

 

‘Do you want a drink honey?’ I jumped, looking up to the person who asked the question. My mother; she was annoyed, her forehead was creased and her eyes were wide. Oops, was I that zoned out. I pulled the buds from my ears and smiled apologetically. The woman at the cart had a strained smile. Probably also impatient.

‘Sorry, I was listening to music. Erm,’ I stared at the trolley. There were rows of still drinks, like juice. Then there was fizzy then alcohol. ‘Can I have a Coke please?’ I sat back as the woman passed me the can.

‘That will be £1.50 dear.’ The hostess announced. My mother payed the lady and she went on her way. My mum slowly looked at me, annoyed.

She opened her mouth but I interrupted her. ‘I am sorry mum, I didn’t hear her. I was zoned out like you know I do. I won’t do it again.’ She seemed satisfied and calmed back down. I faced her little TV. ‘What you watching mum?’ There was a blurred picture with blobs walking around. If I squinted I could tell it was a film.

‘One of the classics dear, but the screen is broken. I was watching Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. Beautiful classic, where they fall in love. You know my type of film.’ She eyed me eagerly, I sighed. She has been going on at me for weeks now of finding a boyfriend. Thinking moving will help me find him. Of course this isn’t the only reason. We are moving because my father’s company has gone worldwide. Duncan’s co-operation. They made tools and sent them to other countries. For example, they would send drills to France and nails to China. That sort of thing. But my father has come up with a ‘brilliant’ idea. They are starting to make equipment to make buildings and homes. So all four of us are going to see the ‘amazing’ new homes which we are going to test out. This was all in Dad’s speech over dinner two weeks ago.

 

‘Right kids, I thought it best we tell you what is going on lately.’ My father said over a bite of beef. Something strange has been going on. My mother has been jumpy and my father ecstatic. Now it will be explained. ‘You know our company has gone worldwide now,’ He looked around at us, each one of us nodding. ‘Well, it was Friday morning and it was a slow start. I had been phoned a few days before that being told I needed to come up with an idea for the company. Either a new idea or the company will go bust. I was on my break when I heard a rattling noise. I looked out the window to see a digger, digging up the grass. I then thought to myself ‘What If we start making equipment, such as the digger. It is a new idea and our company will be payed loads for them. Every country will want our equipment.’ So it was settled, my brilliant idea was to amaze the world with our creations.’ Yawn. ‘So this brings me to the thing I need to tell you two. The equipment has already boomed all over the world. So we are going to sample an amazing house which has just been made in,’ I looked up from my dinner, here we go. The big secret. ‘America. Guys we are moving to America!’ What!? My fork hit my plate, and there was a long silence. My dad frowned. ‘Isn’t any of you going to say something?’

‘Yeah, why? We have friends and family here. Why move? I’m in the last year of secondary and if we move that means I have another year!’ Max shouted across the table. I have seen my brother angry before but not this angry. His olive skin turned a crimson colour. He scared me a bit at this moment. Normally he just laughs and apologises but not now he was nearly over the table. I stretched my hand out towards him but he reeled away.  

‘Max, calm down it’s alright.’ I reassured him, but he weren’t taking it. He stood up and stormed out the room. Knocking a plant over as he left. I heard his door slam and then it was silent. I rose from my seat to go after him.

‘No, honey leave him be. It will be hard for him.’ My mother whispered.

 

 

It still is hard for him. Weeks have passed and he hasn’t been his usual self. He sits in silence at dinner. Then leaves for his room, he doesn’t come and see me anymore at night like he used to. A part of him has been left in England as the plane left the ground. I turn around in my seat to see him fast asleep in his chair.  

I woke to the attendant’s voice, declaring we will be hitting ground soon. The seatbelt light flashed and clicks echoed around the plane. I did the same and closed my eyes. The worst part, the ascent. My fingers were crossed and my eyes squeezed together. I felt a soft pressure on my hand; I peeked down seeing my mum’s hand on top of mine. She lightly squeezed and I started to count down the time of our touchdown.

It was over, there was a small cheer from the passengers as the attendant declared touchdown. I opened my eyes and uncrossed my fingers. People had already started to shuffle of. I picked up my belongings and headed into the aisle.

A long drive later and we arrived in Hanson, California. I slumped out of the taxi and squinted against the blaring sun. It was 12pm, in England it would be 8pm. At this time I would be watching one of my mother’s favourite programmes. Sometimes we watched nature and History programmes. I enjoyed these programmes hoping to become a Historian when I was older. They encouraged me to work hard at school. I was in Yr 10 at school and I was close to doing my GSHCE’s. My subjects are hard to do and I have been working a lot on my course work. Now it has gone to waste. Seen as I have left, of course they do History in Hanson Secondary School but they have different subjects on it.

We walked up the drive to our new home. It was amazing! It was a huge house much bigger then our old house in England. The house was white with big bay windows on each floor. There were 3 floors it looked like. Each one had amazing views of the sea which was nearby. We entered the house into the foyer. That was also huge. There was a glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling, like the ones in posh hotels. Not right for a family like us. A huge staircase was the centre of the room. It was made out of marble and was adorned with lights. Twinkling up the stairs to the second floor. I was flabbergasted! This house felt like Buckingham Palace, I remember visiting it when I was younger. Amazed by its beauty and the decor that decorated the rooms. I always wanted to live there. Whenever it came on TV, I would say ‘I am going to live there when I am older!’ My parents laughed and now I am thinking about it they had the right to laugh. If I was them I would. But then my mother would say ‘Of course dear. Find your prince and he will take you there.’ I bubbled with excitement. I read every fairytale princess stories. Putting myself in their shoes, I became Cinderella for a week. Whilst I was in Primary I would look around the yard looking for my prince. I’m sure I kissed some boy once and he wasn’t impressed. But now I know I will never find my prince. I will never live in Buckingham Palace or any palace in fact. Strangely though I knew deep deep down someone was out there for me. But where, I do not know.

The rest of the house was amazing. It took us 20 minutes to look at the whole house. I had the room on the very top floor. My brother and parent s were on the second. My boxes of clothes and decorations lay in the middle of the floor. There was a bed and an adjoining bathroom but that was it. I had a small patio with huge windows looking out at sea. It was beautiful. I could have stared at it for ages but I had work to do. The removal men brought my furniture into my room and placed them where I told them. My wardrobe, dresser and desk were all layed out in my room. I then started to unpack my clothes placing them in the wardrobe and dresser. 4 hours later and I was done. My brother came in to help pin things up and place my nick-knacks here and there. Mum said she will take me out later this week to find some paint for my room and a new carpet. A shaggy rug lay in the middle of my room.

I flopped down onto my bed and looked up at the white ceiling. It was 9pm but I was shattered from jet lag. I don’t know what time I fell asleep. I was swept away back into my dreams. Lately I have been having strange dreams of lives I have never seen. They are always different but he is always there. A beautiful man looking over me as I jumped from one dream to another. He seemed familiar to me like a loved one but he already had someone. I was always the one watching him and her. Every life I watched they were in love but the end always ended sad. She would die and he would go back into misery. Every dream she would return. Some dreams are stretched over two nights if it was a long life. But she always seemed so young so the dreams lasted a night. I think she was in her early twenties when she dies. I always awake and shiver; glad it hasn’t happened to me. But something makes me think I know him and this woman. A familiarity between me and her.

 This dream it looks like medieval times from the clothing and background of it. They are sat in a field and she is asleep in his lap. He strokes her hair tentatively looking around the field. His eyes brush over me, I tingle with excitement but he can’t see me. I walk towards the two of them. The woman looks different now, she changes her appearance each dream. This time she had blonde wavy hair with pale skin. She was beautiful like normal. This is when I decided it is not my life. I am nothing like these woman, they are all flawless but me...not so much. I have olive skin and long black hair. My eyes are green and big. My figure is medium and I am very small for my age, 5ft4. My brother is a lot taller than me, 5ft9. He has black messy hair and a muscular figure. He has had numerous girlfriends. More than I have had boyfriends, to be true full I have had one way back in Primary. In fact I don’t think it was even a relationship. I kissed him then we hugged then that’s it. In the end he turned out to be a player in secondary. I’m glad it didn’t go any further.

I woke to the sound of my alarm bleeping. I sat up and I fell straight back down. Whoa the room was spinning. The bed felt to warm to leave but the early morning light beamed through the blinds. With a sigh I finally got up, heading into the bathroom for a warm shower. I stripped down and turned the shower on. Water spurted out of the shower head, the water felt hot so I stepped in. The shower was good, I let the water trickle down my body. Easing every ache and pain from my journey here.

Finally, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. The clock read 7:45am, normally mum shouts for breakfast at eight. She likes us all getting together for meals. But it depends today from our journey; they may feel a bit jet lagged. I felt fine amazingly. So I got changed into some joggers, vest and went straight to my laptop.

I went onto emails to find five from my best friend Lucy. I opened the first it read:

HEY TALULAH,

I CAN’T BELIEVE I WON’T SEE YOU FOR THE REST OF SCHOOL. DEVASTED! WHO AM I GOING TO STAY WITH NOW (OJ) SO HOW IS THE BIG APPLE? IS IT WARM? HAVE YOU SEEN ANY FIT LADS YET?

PLZZZZZ ANSWER

LOVE LUCE XXXX

I chuckled, she was always a laugh. That’s why we became friends. We were in primary, and she made me laugh so much I snorted out my juice. She liked that I thought she was funny. So we latched onto each other. We have never been separated...till now. It was devastating saying goodbye. My mum said she can come over either Christmas or summer. But that wasn’t good enough; we needed to be with each other now. We will be in lessons now, actually just finishing school and going to Roy’s fish and chip shop. I sighed; she gave me a present before I left. A necklace, I promised to keep it on forever. It is on now; I look down at it. Examining each charm. It was woven and had charms dangling from it. Each charm was a memory from our childhood. There was a fish one that represented Roy’s fish and chip shop. There was a joker hat, a horse shoe from when we used to go horse riding, a flower from school when we made daisy chains.

I opened the second email from Lucy:

HEY TALULAH

OMG JUST REALIZED YOU WILL BE ASLEEP SOZ! I’M SUCH A DOOSH!!!!!

LOVE DOOSHY LUCE XXXXX J

The third one said:

HEY TALULAH

SORRY AGAIN, JUST WANTED TO SAY YOU ARE MISSING OUT ON OUR ENGLISH EXAM. WELL JEALOUS!

LOVE STILL DOOSHY LUCE XXXXXX

The last one was small but it said:

HEY TALULAH

NEVER GUESS GOING OUT WITH GEORGE BUCKLEY!!!!AHHH

LOVE LUCE XXXXXXXXX

Still the same Lucy, and wait a minute George Buckley! My ultimate enemy, ergh the sight of him! He makes me sick. Now he is moving on Luce because I left. If he lays one finger on her I will ...do nothing. What can I do? I am here and she is there. This is so hard.

HEY LUCE

NO WORRIES I AM AWAKE NOW ANYWAY I AM STILL IN SHOCK FROM NOT BEING WITH YOU. ARE YOU STILL GOING TO ROY’S? ORDER ME A LARGE BAG OF CHIPS! YOU HAVE EMMY AND JANE, I AM REALLY SORRY. I WISH I WASN’T HERE AND I WAS WITH YOU. IT’S GOOD SO FAR. WHEN YOU COME YOU WILL SEE THE AMAZING HOUSE I AM LIVING IN. DON’T WANT TO BRAG BUT IT IS THREE STORIES! I KNOW I’M SHOCKED. IT’S NOT US THOUGH, IT FEELS SO EMPTY. DEFINTLY WARM, MORE THAN WARM IN FACT BOILING! I AM SWEATING HERE AND I HAVE ONLY BEEN UP AN HOUR! HAVEN’T SEEN ANY YET, WHEN I START SCHOOL I WILL LOOK OUT FOR SOME FOR YOU! YOU’RE NOT A DOOSH! YEAH, I’M NOT THAT HAPPY. ALL THAT COURSE WORK FOR NOTHING GRRRR! WHAT?! GEORGE BUCKLEY, MY ULTIMATE ENEMY! BUT IF YOU LIKE HIM I WILL BE FINE WITH IT. BUT IF HE HURTS YOU ONE BIT. TELL ME AND I AM GOING TO GET THE FIRST FLIGHT BACK TO ENGLAND AND KNOCK HIS LIGHTS OUT.

LOVE AND MISS YOU LOADS

TALULAH XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX J

That calmed me down a bit. I looked at the clock on my laptop, 8:30am. Huh strange, my mum is normally up by now. Defiantly jet lagged. My stomach protested on waiting any longer for food. I walked down the stairs into the kitchen.

The kitchen was huge to go with the house. It had marble counters circling one corner. There was a huge silver fridge, which you would find in a restaurant’s kitchen. Not a home. The oven was silver to match the fridge. It was all very modern and no speck of dirt in sight. I headed towards the fridge hoping there may be some food in there. There was milk a few yogurts and cheese. Great, I grabbed a yogurt and got an apple from the bowl. I sat at the metal table near the patio doors. The table was decorated beautifully. The metal was bent into swirls and circles, some looking like flowers. The top was made out of glass and was spotless. Not for long though!

I ate my small breakfast alone. No one was awake yet. I had just finished when the phone rang.

‘Hello?’ I swallowed hoping it wasn’t anyone important.

‘Hello dear.’ It was my grandma! She lives in Hanson to, but she has lived here a lot longer. I haven’t seen her for donkey’s years! I missed her; she is my mum’s mum. I cried when she left, I guess that is the only good thing about coming here, to see her.

‘Grandma! How are you?’ I buzzed over the phone I heard a slight chuckle on the other line.

‘I am just fine dear. And I believe you are a bit sad from leaving England and Luce.’ Her voiced soothed me. She does that; I used to talk to her every night. Before my mother told me to ring her once a week because of the huge phone bill we were receiving. I would tell her everything though, more than I told my mother. She would understand my problems, always having an answer for my worries. When I would tell her about my prince charming she would say ‘He is still out there waiting for you. I can see him he is near you.’ This would help me so much. She reassured me that I was not barking mad.

‘I knew you would know gram.’

‘Ah, I can tell in your aura.’ Did I explain? My grandma works with the world of voodoo. She claimed she was psychic. She would tell me my future plans; I do have to say some did work. One summer, when she still lived in England; she showed me her tarot cards. She explained a few. I knew which was death and love but that was it. But she would never let me get a reading. She had a bag of wonders! ‘Any way honey, I was wondering if Lizzie was awake.’

‘No sorry, she is still asleep. Can I take a message?’ I was a bit disappointed she didn’t want to talk more.

‘Okay and no, it’s just I was wondering if I could come for a visit.’

‘Yeah sure! I want to see you.’

‘Good because you are the main reason I am coming over. I was hoping your mother would let me do a reading with you.’ Butterflies started in my stomach. Why me? Will she be doing Max’s to?

‘Okay, I’ll see you then.’

‘Alright dear bye.’ The line went dead.

I started to panic, I ran up to my mum and dad’s room.

My mum was up but my dad was still in bed. She looked me up and down, seeing I was already dressed.

‘Morning mum, Gram just rang. She asked if she could come over and do a reading for me.’ My mother stopped in her tracks. Anger swept over her, her forehead started to crease. She breathed and the creases left.

‘Why not.’ She smiled. I let out a sigh, thinking she was going to shout. But I think she realized she can’t say no to Gram. No one can say no to Gram.

It was one when Gram finally came. I sat in the front room with her as she emptied her bag. The rest of the family decided to stay in the kitchen. I looked at each object she brought out. Books, a crystal ball and finally her tarot cards.

‘Now honey, I want to ask. Are you okay with this?’ I nodded and she smiled again. ‘Good.’ She clicked her fingers and grabbed my hands. Her old blemished hands were strange against my smooth skin. She also had olive skin and green eyes. Runs on my mother’s side, my dad has pale skin and blue eyes. She closed her eyes and I watched her.

She seemed to be picking through my future and maybe past. Her forehead creased like my mother’s does. Then un-creased again, she smiled slightly. Her eyes flickered open and she looked at an empty spot near me. I turned around, nothing was there.

‘Hello there dear.’ I looked back at Gram thinking she was talking to me. But she was still staring at that empty space. ‘Yes I can see you.’ Pause. ‘No she can’t see you only if you let her.’ Pause. ‘She misses you by the way. I see in her dreams, she dreams of the past with you. Why leave?’ I was totally confused. Who was she talking to? Were they talking about me? ‘I know, I know. But give her a sign your still here.’ Her eyes looked back at me. ‘How you ask. Show yourself. Be there with her, you are safe as long as she remembers. I am here to protect you two.’ I shook my head.

‘Gram are you okay? Who are you talking to, no one is there.’ She looked back at me and smiled. Then back at the space.

‘See she is going to think I am a loony! Come back Mason, come back!’

 

©Copyright Samantha Hallwood

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