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.


3. Last Minute Descisions


I try to pull myself together as I hear my phone ring. I let it reach to voice mail, and straighten up when I hear my dad’s sorrowful voice.

“Hi honey, its mum and dad here, we tried to tell you earlier today but you were shutting us out. We had to leave soon otherwise we might have missed our plane.” now mum took over the phone, “Your dad and I are on our way to Queensland. Your grandma has fallen deeply ill and we are going to spend some time with her before she dies.” I pause the voice mail, and take a minute to think this through. Since when was grandma ill and since when were my parents flying to Queensland? I swear, no one ever tells me anything around here.

 I let the voice mail continue, “We have left some money on the kitchen bench for you and Brian if you need it. We will only be gone for 2 weeks. Good luck, I am so proud of you Lillia!” then my phone goes silent.

 I rush to Brian’s room. When I walk in I instantly smell strong cologne and hair gel. I gag at the thick fumes. There are posters of AFL football leagues all over his walls, medals and trophies filling the shelves. On his single bed I find Tia wrapped in his arms, their legs twisted together in a thick knot.

Tia was a short, pale skinned girl. She had dark locks and dark eyes. Her nails were always painted with black nail polish and she never went a day without a glass of whiskey. Mum and dad were not pleased when Brian bought her home from a party, and now she is stuck with us because things are getting serious between them.

I throw my phone into his lap, “Did you hear?”

“Hear what?” he asks, irritated by my sudden appearance. He turns my phone over.

“Did you hear about mum and dad?” Brian shakes his head, “Put it on voicemail.” I order, glad that I am the one who knows more than him for once.

Brian spends the next minute listening to my parent’s apology and explanation. “Pack your stuff!” he says once he has finished listening, “Why?” I ask curiously. “It doesn’t matter, just pack for a long trip, we are going to get away from all the mayhem.” he was obviously angry with mum and dad and I couldn’t really blame him. But his decision to leave was so spontaneous it spun me off track. I walk down to the kitchen and find $500. “This is ridiculous.” I say to myself. If mum and dad are leaving us for 2 whole weeks $500 won’t cut it, especially if we are on the road. I suddenly realise that we have not called them back to tell them about our trip, Brian wouldn’t want them to know anyway.

When I get back in my room, I secure the money in my purse and pull out my suitcase from under my bed. I basically pack my whole wardrobe. I don’t really have many clothes but I’m satisfied with the selection anyway. I make sure to include my dance shoes; I take them with me everywhere. I meet Brian and Tia downstairs. “We will take Tia’s car, but we need to stop by her house to get her clothes first.”

“Why is she coming with us?” I ask, “And where are we even going?” I try and hide the disgust in my voice but am afraid that I was unsuccessful.

“We will drive to Sydney and stay there for a while.” I stare at Brian in disbelief. “And I go where Brian goes!” Tia cuts in cheerfully. Her happiness sickens me, how can she be like that with all that is happening?


The next day we are on the road eating hot chips for breakfast from the nearest petrol station. I sit alone in the back seat. I should be happy right? Wrong. Since when have I ever been happy lately? I am getting back pains and cramps from sitting still for hours. “Can we stop for a second?” I ask after 4 hours on our ‘amazing adventure’. “Why, what’s wrong?” Brian asks worriedly. Ever since our parents have been gone he has taken on the responsible sibling role. “Oh I don’t know, we have been driving for 4 hours, I can’t feel my legs at all and I need to pee!”

Why does everyone think that I am a little girl who can’t look after herself? I am fifteen!

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