Lilac

On the day of Emily Lilac's fifteenth birthday, her father gives her a purple amulet - a lilac amulet – an ancient relic of her family. When she puts it around her neck, her world, her life changes.
She discovers that she is not human. And neither is everyone else.
She is part of the new generation of Psychics in a world of monsters. She is one of the only, one of the rarest species in existence and she is the key to ending the war between the two most powerful species around.
And in the midst of it all, there is a love. A Gravern and an Eternal come together, set apart because of the war, and must keep down in fear of death.
So Emily fights: not for the Eternals from the sky; not for the Graverns from the ground; but for the love that her friends share.

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11. Song

My next lesson is English, with the only Psychic teacher in the school, Mrs Gold. I suddenly realise why lots of the older people in my class stare at her in awe, just like they do to me. She comes up to me once the task is under way and tells me to come outside for a minute. ‘Another chat outside with a teacher, great.’ I think.

“I had guessed that you were a Psychic. Just like me. It’s difficult at first but it’s really great once you get used to it. Everyone stares at you wherever you go, it’s fantastic!” She seems ecstatic that she’s not the only one anymore.

“I’m not surprised, Miss. Your hair is a very nice colour and it stands out. It looks royal and regal.” She blushes.

“Aw, thanks for the compliment, Emily! As you probably know, I’m going to be your PSHE teacher from now on. Are you glad you got me?”

“Yes!” She smiles brightly as I say it. “You are fun, young and you actually know me. And you like me as well! I couldn’t have asked for a better teacher to have.”

“You’ll only have me for 15 lessons and then you’ll go back to your other class. We’ll try and cover as much as we can until then. Now, go back and finish your work.” I nod and go back into class, grinning like an idiot. I’m so happy to have Miss Gold as my PSHE teacher and have her one on one. Most are in classes of the usual number and you’ve come in on lesson 9 rather than the first. I feel lucky and proud to be a Psychic.

 

My next lesson is music. I chose it last year because I played the clarinet. I still do, but I don’t have lessons anymore. I just play it for my GCSE and then I leave it at school and don’t touch it. My teacher should be angry with me for that but she is not a very good or nice teacher at all and she doesn’t care. This is one of the lessons that I wish I hadn’t have taken. I’m in a small class but it does help that I have a friend who doesn’t like it either. Her name’s Lucy Lewis. She’s not in my friendship group, she’s in the Goth group (she’s not depressed, she just dresses depressingly), but we still get on fine. She really suits being a vampire, although I suspected that she would be a Gravern. When she sees I’m a Psychic she immediately tells me:

“I knew it.”

“How did you know?”

“My sister went out with your brother.  He is a vampire. You are a Lilac. Therefore you must be a Psychic.”

“I applaud your logic.”

“I applaud my brain.”

“I pity your sister.”

“I think about unicorns.”

Lucy talks in a strange way but I don’t mind. She is kind of posh as well. She always sits and stands straight and never fidgets. She plays the electric guitar quite well and she tells me that she writes her own music, but has never showed me. She hates our teacher, Mr Tag, as much as I do so we spend our lessons writing crazy songs and mucking around. Today, in honour of my birthday, we write a song about the Age of Knowing. We ask Mr Tag whether we can go in a practise room.

“Yeah, it should be unlocked, come back at 25 past one.” He says without looking up from his laptop. Lucy puts her middle finger up at him as we leave; he doesn’t realise so I end up laughing. He still doesn’t look.

 

When 25 past one comes, we already have a song.

Verse 1

On the 18th of the 2nd Lilac’s world it changed,

She wasn’t what she thought; it was all very strange,

For no-one at all was what they seemed,

It was all so bizarre! All from a dream!

Lilac was special, a Psychic little mind,

She was all so powerful, one of a kind,

And when she discovered the power she had,

She created a goal, KILL MR TAG!

Chorus!

Mr Tag’s a bum-face,

Mr Tag’s a cow,

Only had 1 girlfriend,

We all wonder how!

He doesn’t have a brain cell,

In his massive head,

And Lilac’s biggest, only wish,

Is that he‘ll end up dead!

Verse 2

On the 2nd of the 9th Lucy’s world it changed,

She wasn’t what she thought; it was all very strange,

For no-one at all was what they seemed,

It was all so bizarre! All from a dream!

Lucy was awesome, a blood-sucking chick,

She could take blood from anyone she picks,

And when she discovered the power she had,

She created a goal, KILL MR TAG!

Chorus!

Mr Tag’s an arsehole,

Mr Tag can’t sing,

He’s a college drop-out,

He doesn’t know a thing!

He’d kill a thousand puppies,

And laugh when they turned red,

And Lucy’s biggest, only wish,

Is that he‘ll end up dead!

Our song had very quickly changed from growing up to killing our teacher. It’s okay though, many of our songs involve Mr Tag being dead. We’re about to write the bridge which describes his death in full (gore and all) when we notice the time and trudge back into our class forlornly. Mr Tag doesn’t even bat an eyelid when we walk in. In fact, he wanders out the classroom like he normally does.

“Stay here until I get back. I’m locking the door, because I know what you guys are like.” We all groan.

“How can we go if you lock the door?” A really annoying and naughty boy, Conner Cooper shouts.

“You arsehole, you little fucking bugger.” He mumbles under his breath.

“That’s settled then.” Mr Tag answers. “I’ll be back.” He leaves the room and me and Lucy immediately run to the front. We both have the same idea: teach them the song.

“Okay everyone. We’ve make up songs while we go to the practise room and they are almost always about how awful Mr Tag is. How about me and Lucy play one of our songs and you guys sing it? We’ll write it on the board for you.” My classmates nod and cheer, so me and Lucy get to work writing. “The verses are about me and Lucy, so feel free to write your own.”

Once the words are up, Lucy begins to play the chords on her guitar and I play the double bass that sits in the corner of the room (I had cello lessons when I was 8). The class begin to sing with us.

Verse 1:

Lucy had a sword she kept in her room,

She kept it there so she wouldn’t lose it,

She had it because it was a Lewis heirloom,

She never thought she’d have to use it.

Bridge:

One day she came back from school,

A teacher had lost his cool,

She said “Oh Mandy!

“My sword will come in handy!”

And she went to go destroy his rule!

Chorus:

Mr Tag is a grumpy old man,

When his mum first saw him she stood up and ran,

Mould always grows wherever he’s sat,

Deaf in both ears and got the hygiene of a rat,

Mr Tag makes grown men cry,

All he has to do is look ‘em in the eye,

If he was a light bulb he would be dim,

He walks up to the ocean and it runs away from him!

Verse 1:

Lilac had a knife she kept in her shed,

She kept it there so she wouldn’t lose it,

She had it there in case in case she was dead,

She never thought she’d have to use it.

Bridge:

One day she came back from school,

A teacher had been a fool,

She said “Oh Sandy!

“My knife will come in handy!”

And she went to go destroy his rule!

Chorus:

Mr Tag is a grumpy old man,

When his mum first saw him she stood up and ran,

Mould always grows wherever he’s sat,

Deaf in both ears and got the hygiene of a rat,

Mr Tag makes grown men cry,

All he has to do is look ‘em in the eye,

If he was a light bulb he would be dim,

He walks up to the ocean and it runs away from him!

After we sang it through people begin to come to the front and to start singing their own verses they have written. After each one we all sing the chorus, and before we know it, the bell rings. We know Mr Tag will be back very soon (the bell is his indicator, he is known for saying ‘The bell is for me, not for you!) so we rip up the new verses, wipe the board, put away our instruments and sit down. In the 20 second wait for him to come back, people still quietly sing our song. Me and Lucy smile at each other; we have started some sort of revolution.

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