The White Opera

In a world that’s falling apart, Lillia Jane seeks to find the light. Dancing is her soul and passion, but it isn’t always the answer to her problems. She witnessed the murder of her best friend Sophie and won’t be forgetting the feeling of isolation any time soon. Lillia’s parents have moved to Queensland for the summer so now it’s just her and her older brother Brian, as they embark on an amazing adventure through Sydney Australia.

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7. Fake IDs

 

“WHAT THE HELL LILLIA?” Brian screams at me when we get back to our room. “I don’t need help making my own decisions!” I retort back, I have thought long and hard about how I was going to respond to Brian’s anger after the major decision I just made. Tia sits down with her head resting on her hand. “You will have to let them down, because we will not be staying in Sydney for another 5 weeks! You can’t go.” I attempt to make a dramatic teenage exit, grabbing my bag and slamming the door closed behind me. But of course, I end up getting my thumb caught in the hinges, making it swollen and red.

I run down stairs, cradling my thumb in my other hand. A sudden anger towards the world flooding over me. Life is short, I might as well make the most of it right? Then I run into someone and fall to the ground, “Hey watch where you-.” I close my mouth when I see Oliver looking down at me, “Oh I am so sorry Lillia!”

I get up with his help and try to shake off his apology, “No I shouldn’t have been running anyway.”

Oliver stares at me and I start blushing. He is thinking hard, “Wanna get away from this dump?” I nod eagerly and we walk outside together. Normally I wouldn’t get into a strangers car but I’m not thinking straight. “Where are we going?” I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins, enjoying the rebellion of defying my brother. “We are going to have some fun.” he smirks, I trust him but I still seem hesitant as to whether I am doing the right thing. Oliver has something in plan for me, I can tell, I'm just not sure what and whether it is a good plan.

He pulls up in what looks like an abandoned car park. There is a little apartment opposite us and Oliver leads me in. “This is Jim’s apartment.” Oliver says, pulling out a key and unlocking the door, “You have the keys to his house?” this place is pretty filthy and it looks like Jim hasn’t taken any care to clean up after himself. “Yeah, he lent them to me for tonight.” Then a man about double our age comes from out of the shadows, “Who is this?” he asks Oliver, “My friend Lillia Jane. She is coming with me tonight so could you make her an ID?” I wonder whether Oliver’s parents know about all of this and realise that I am thinking stupidly. Of course they don’t know…Oliver is planning fake IDs for goodness sakes!

Although I didn’t want to say anything, this was really wrong. Fake IDs? Really? I willed myself to relax, “Where are we going tonight?”

“A party, at the Sydney night club.” Ok, ok, ok, ok, this will be fine, this will be fun. I just need to calm down. I’m defying my brother remember? So I sit in front of a white sheet and Jim takes my photo. “This will only take a minute.” he tells me, after 10 minutes, Jim comes back with my “ID”. My photo was on the right and my details located next to it. ‘Lilly Jone, 19, born 12/08/1995.’

“Um you spelt my name wrong.” I point out, “and that’s not birth date.” Jim gives me a look as if it was blindingly obvious, “No you need a different name because they have files, once they register you into the guest computer it tries to locate you so that they know you are of age. Lilly Jone just so happens to be someone I know. She won’t mind that you used her name.”

“Thanks Jim.” Oliver and Jim shake hands and depart. All I am thinking is how reckless these people are, I know I would mind if someone underage used my name to get into a night club. When I get back home I put my ID safely into my purse and pick out a nice dress for the club. I choose a coral pink one that I got for my birthday and pin my hair up into a loose bun.

It was still quite early, only 12 noon. The TV was kept on channel 7, so I sat down and took the time to watch it. This rarely happened back at home as I always had other channels to entertain me. But at this hotel, nothing works and the channels vary between channel 7, the BCC radio station and 12 o’clock fun time.

The problem with the news is that there is always something bad being reported about. There are always murders, mysterious deaths, vandalism on a churches, stuff like that. I haven’t seen Sophie on the news yet. Maybe they were still trying to find information or maybe I just didn’t want to keep an eye out for that stuff.

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