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.


14. The Night Before


I arrive back to the hotel and order some dinner. The service isn’t great here, especially after I ratted Oliver out to his parents. I sit and eat my worries away in front of the T.V. I asked Hannah not to drop me off when I left her house, mainly because I didn’t want her to see the dump we are staying in. I have told her that we are staying in a 4 star hotel, so next time she picks me up in her Porsche, I will be standing in front of a hotel I don’t even know, and I’ll tell her when the time is right.

Once it is midnight, I crash and burn onto the couch. Brian and Tia still aren’t home and I can’t even be bothered in changing or getting into bed so I fall asleep, there and then.

I have another dream, although there is something oddly familiar about it.

Sophie, Hannah and I were sitting in the centre of the canteen as usual. People were dreamily staring at Hannah, wishing that one day they will be like her. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and leaned back, looking into the distance. She isn’t usually like this, she doesn’t just drift away into thought.

“What is it Hannah?” Sophie was the first to ask. Sophie looked strange today too, like there was something terrible that she was hiding from us. There was fear in her eyes, I wasn’t sure if it was fear for Hannah or fear for herself. I had no idea what was happening today. I sat there uncomfortably, not knowing what was going on.

Last night was Halloween, the biggest social event of the year for the middle years. Half way through the party, Sophie disappeared. She didn’t join the crowd again until midnight. Her mascara was dripping but everyone thought that was part of the costume. I did ask if she was okay but she said she was fine. Maybe that had something to do with the state she is in now.

“I’m okay. Just a little fatigued, that’s all.” She took a sip from her soda and a mouse bite from her macaron. Jacob came up to the table, “Hello ladies.” I looked up and smiled at him, he was Hannah’s boyfriend so Sophie and I had to be polite. But today Sophie looked down at her feet and not anywhere else.

 Jacob glared at her, “I didn’t” he told Hannah, “I would never do that to you.” I had no idea of what was happening, I just looked back and forth from Hannah, to Jacob, to Sophie.

“Jacob I know what you did and there is no denying it. Sophie already told me, poor thing. We are done so don’t waste another breath.” In that instant I thought I knew what was going on, “You slept with Jacob?” I asked Sophie in bewilderment, she shook her head and a tear appeared in the corner of her eye. Jacob looked like he was going to strangle Sophie so I stopped looking at him completely.


Then I awake. “Sophie?” But I am talking to a pitch black room. I can hear Brian’s loud snores and try to go back to sleep, but I can’t. I replay the dream in my head over and over until I realise that it wasn’t a dream. It had actually happened the day before Sophie’s death, the day that Hannah and Jacob broke up. These things seemed oddly connected. Maybe the dream is a clue to who killed Sophie.

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