Life's Melody

Elizabeth Satterfield has lived a life of misery thanks to her ever cruel and scheming step-sisters. But one chance meeting with Lord Robert Winston leaves Elizabeth hopeful of a life away from the shadows. A life filled with magic and love; nothing less than a fairytale.

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11. Chapter Ten

Evie’s house hadn’t changed a bit from the last time I was there. The living room walls were still painted a creamy beige colour and the black leather corner sofa and bookcases were left in the positions that they had been in since my Aunt Cecelia had passed away. The only change was that Uncle Jeff had updated the school photos for each of my cousins, and Evan; Evie’s twin brother, had left his guitar in the front right corner of the room.

Now that I think about it, I think the only rooms that had been redecorated, were the bedrooms that belonged to each of my four cousins. Evie’s room had changed the most. It had gone from being the ‘Pink Palace’ to being an electronic den, wherever you looked, there were gadgets and gizmos lying around. Evan’s room hadn’t changed as much, there was still Newcastle United stuff on the walls and bedspread, but he had a drum kit and bass guitar opposite his desk, which was home to his laptop. “Here you go.” Evie said as she handed me a plate with ham sandwiches and crisps.

“Evie, have you thought about looking at internships in the US?” I ask, looking at the plans she left out on the desk. “You know, in Silicon Valley. Apparently it’s a hub for app makers and those kinds of people.” I told you I was clueless about that kind of thing.

“Beth, I just want to get GCSE’s and A Level’s out of the way first.” I nodded and sat down on the bed while Evie tinkered with her tablet. To say we were an obsessive family would be an understatement; once each of us finds something that we’re really good at, we get a little blind sighted and can barely focus on anything else. Uncle Jeff works for the Crown Prosecution Service, and he hammered it into us that we needed to have a life plan. He wasn’t too keen on mine when I told him.

If he’d been my Dad, he’d have probably hit the roof. But, as my Uncle, he held his tongue and smiled. Even at thirteen years old, I could tell that it was forced. I think he’s kind of neglecting his other kids though, he seems to focus on Evie, ever since he got a phone call from the school about her eleven plus exam results. It’s no secret that she’s the child prodigy in the family, though statistically, there was always going to be one. I wonder if it’s me in a parallel universe.

“Earth to Beth.” Evie’s voice pulls be back into the land of I’m-not-in-Doctor-Who-so-there’s-no-parallel-universe. “So tell me about this music guy.”

“I don’t really know who he is.” I had totally forgotten to ask Dan for his name so I could check it out. “All I do know is that he thinks we could be the next big thing.”

“Well, all I know is that if you want to be bigger than One Direction, you’ll need awesome songs, and a good name.”

Shit! I thought. Evie’s right, we do need to think of a band name.

“Relax, we just think of some names now, then go online and see if any of them are taken.” She told me, sensing my panic. “Breathe, Elizabeth. Breathe.”

We spent the rest of the afternoon just throwing possible band names at each other, until we finally had three that I was happy to show Kayley and Dan. I was half asleep, when Jessica came running in. “I knew you were here Beth.” She said sitting down next to me. “Evie would never wear shoes like that.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my shoes.” Evie protested. “They’re perfectly practical for school.” I smiled; being around Evie was like having Mum back. Dad and Uncle Jeff were always talking about how it was odd that I was the spitting image on Aunt Stephanie and Evie looked like Mum. They said that if it wasn’t for the fact that I was born before Evie, they’d think that there’d been some sort mix up at the hospital.

Mum and Aunt Steph were sisters. Aunt Steph was Maid of Honour at Mum and Dad’s wedding, which is where she met Uncle Jeff. Well, technically he was attending another wedding that was happening in the same hotel, but that’s how they met. I have to say it’s a more interesting story than the old ‘we met each other at the local supermarket’.

Mum was diagnosed with cancer when I was three; she fought it with everything she had for two years, before she passed away in her sleep. Dad fell apart after that, I remember standing in the doorway to his bedroom and watching curled up in the foetal position, crying. I didn’t like seeing him upset, so I climbed onto his bed and gave him a cuddle. “It’s ok,” I told him. “Mummy’s with the angels now.” His sobs got heavier, and he squeezed me tightly.

It was a shock when the same thing happened to Aunt Steph five years ago. Evie was the one that was hit hardest; she locked herself in her room and refused to come out. She couldn’t even go to the funeral. The only reason she was ok, was because I told her that her Mum was with mine watching over us.

“So, Jess.” I said to my second youngest cousin. “How’s Year Six these days?”

“Pretty boring actually.” She told me. “We do the same old thing every day and they’re making us do a play about Year Six in front of the whole school.” Jess and Evan are the only ones that have never seemed to like school, mind you, I think the only reason that Matthew; my youngest cousin, likes school is because he doesn’t have to do as much homework as everyone else.

“Well, at least you rule the school this year.” Evie said.

“Yep, you’re at the bottom of the pile next year.” I told her. “Sixth formers love Year Seven’s.”

“Why?” Jess asked.

“Easy pickings.” Evie replied. “Don’t worry, as long as you turn and walk in the opposite direction if you see one of us coming you’ll be left alone.” She said putting an arm around her little sister.

“I don’t want to go into Year seven anymore.” Jess said burying her head into her sisters’ shoulder. Evie and I just looked at each other and smiled. We knew it was cruel to tell Jess all the horror stories about being in Year Seven, but it was just so much fun.

 

I stayed at Evie’s for another two hours before heading home, I would stayed at hers but I decided that Dad had been left alone with the Evil Bitch Queen for six months too long as it was. As I walked through the door, I was greeted with “What time do you call this?” and “You finished your shift hours ago.” But my favourite has to be “You are the most selfish little brat in town, how dare you not come home and leave me with no clean clothes for tomorrow.” I shrugged off my stepmothers insults and headed to my room.

She must be getting close to being bored of shouting at me like that by now. I thought to myself. Surely.

I sat down on my bed and grabbed my laptop to write some more of my book. I woke up the next morning to find Janice standing over me holding out the cleaning stuff, and barking orders at me. One of these days I will free Dad. I told myself internally, as I got out of bed and dressed. 

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