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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12. Hannah Greenwood

 

Lucas probably thinks I am crazy! I wasn’t thinking properly, it felt right at the time but now I feel humiliated. I completely ignored him and everyone else around me. But at the same time I still feel angry that he is seeing someone. Somewhere in me felt hopeful, he never said that Sophie was his girlfriend. Or maybe he did and I just wasn’t paying attention. I honestly don’t know, I am so, so confused. I need help, I need someone to talk to.

I think hard, there is no one in Sydney I know apart from my brother, Tia, Lucas and his dad, Stephen (which would be pretty embarrassing if I talked to him about my boy problems, especially because Lucas is his son). This is so frustrating! I am furious with myself for no reason. I desperately think about my friends back home, if Sophie was here she would understand. Hannah was also our best friend. She was like the queen of the school, she had all the boys, all the clothes and all the money. We would all sit in the canteen, ignoring everyone’s admirable stares and eating our yoghurt, although I always sort of trailed behind Sophie and Hannah, so no one’s eyes were on me.

Hannah moved away only recently, her dad was promoted, so their family moved to…

OH MY GOD! What if she is still here, in Sydney? I shouldn’t get too excited too quickly. So I dial her number as quickly as I can. The ring goes on too long, I am jumping on the spot. “Hello?” comes her elegant voice through the phone, “May I ask who this is?” I don’t answer for a moment, but just as she was about to hang up I raise my voice, “Hannah!” I begin in my old bouncy voice, “Hey it’s Lillia! You won’t believe what I have to ask!”

“Lillia? My gosh, it’s been so long! How are you? What do you need?” I muster enough courage to continue speaking. “I was wondering if you were still in Sydney. I am staying in a local hotel, I just wanted to pop by sometime, today if possible?” Hannah had moved to Sydney a day before Sophie’s death.

“Of course you can come! By the way, I think my parents are talking about staying here for a while. We really like Sydney. Why don’t you come by around lunch today? Tell me everything, what’s been happening back in Adelaide and stuff.”

“Sounds good! I do sort of have something big to tell you. And also some other things happening in my pathetic life.” Ahhh, why am I so awkward?

“Hey, don’t put yourself down. I’ll see you later!” I take a deep breath as she hangs up and prepare myself for the ultimate challenge. Things were never easy with Hannah, you had to earn her respect to be a part of her life. Sophie and I did just that, but it was easier for Sophie as she was so charismatic.

I spend the rest of my morning getting ready until I realise that I don’t have a Hannah-worthy lunch outfit. What am I going to do? Brian and Tia are out getting lunch so I quickly text them explaining where I am going and run out the door with $50 in my purse. I only have half an hour so I need to be quick at the clothing store. Hannah texts me her address and I visit Cotton On quickly before I go to her house. I find a cute pair of skinny denim jeans, a rose gold chain necklace and a white top with grey sleeves and a golden skull. I’m sure this will do, I already have white converse to go with the outfit.

My last purchase is two Macarons which are Hannah’s favourite.

“Lillia!” Hannah screams when I open the front gate, she runs out from the front door to give me a hug. She lives in a large two story house lined with a gate that lets you see the front yard. This has a neat hedge and trees positioned evenly on both sides of the path way leading up to the double front doors. “Wow.” I whisper to myself, “Hey Hannah!” I hand her my small box of Macarons that was elegantly wrapped at the store. “Nice outfit!” I exclaim, admiring her white ripped shorts, black singlet, army jacket and ankle boots.

“Thanks! We have so much to catch up on! And I have so much to tell you.” She turns around to lead me inside, her charcoal black hair falling to her hips and swaying as she walks.

 

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