Compass Needle: MPHFPC

They thought it was all over, they thought they had won, they thought that they were safe, but it is only the Beginning. MPHFPC


6. Six

I did promise Olive yesterday that I’d take her out in the ‘Metal horse’ (her words, not mine) and I always keep my promise, well not always but when you have a young girl that won’t leave you alone you begin to get annoyed. Once everyone (well everyone but Bronwyn) heard that we were going to they all crammed themselves into my small car and off we went.

It felt like the whole car had discovered head phones at the same. There was so many songs being sung (terribly) at the same time. Here is a list so you can understand mine and Emma’s slow and painful deaths:

Claire: Mi Mi Mi by Serebro

Olive: Walking on air by Katy Perry

Millard: Man! I Feel Like a Woman! By Shania Twain

Hugh: Lonely by Akon

Horace: Blue by Eiffel 65

Enoch: I’ll be good by Jaymes Young (I know what your thinking, Enoch, singing, NEVER!, well he was and he was the worst of them all)

Emma was constantly ripping head phones out of the others ears and banging her head against the car window wishing that it would stop. I was constantly yelling at them myself but no one could hear me over their terrible singing and there music.

Once we finally arrived at the mall I got a second of silence before there was a high pitched squeal and I was yanked towards the front entrance.

“What is it with girls and shopping?” spat Enoch as he scowled at the girls backs. “I mean it’s just . . . . .  oh big knives” Enoch ran over to beside Claire who was drooling at the bacon in the Butcher’s window. I was then yanked (again) to Zara where the girls tried on mountains of cloths even though they had a full closet already.


“You look fine, just buy it and go!” We had been sitting on an uncomfortable bench for an hour looking at the girls coming in and out of the changing rooms.

“It’s too frilly for my liking, I don’t want to turn into a Claire” and with that Emma walked back into the changing room to try on another dress that she wouldn’t like.

“Come on, we have been her for an hour, just come out in the one you have on, you’ll look fine, trust me” Horace was making out like this was a night mare but we all knew that he was enjoying this. Every time he passed a hat or scarf he’d feel, smell and rub it against his face, he had an odd scholar for fashion but I’m not judging.

Emma came out in a dark blue, 1950s gown with black lace. It was like a mixture of Cinderella and my mother’s prom dress, only nicer.

“I feel like a barbie doll” she said playing with the dresses skirt. “So . . . .  What do you think?”

“You look . . . . .  Wow” I couldn’t take my eyes off her, she looked amazing.

“Really, cause I thought that -” She was cut off by Hugh losing his shit, thank goodness it wasn’t me.

“I am sick and tired of looking at you stupid girls trying on stupid dresses! They all look the bloody same, just buy one so we can get out of this hell hole you call a Mall!” He pushed Emma back into and slid the curtain closed.

“Should I be scared to come out or?” Olive poked her head out of the curtain.

“Just get changed back into what you were wearing before Hugh’s head explodes” I waved her back into her changing room. She came out a couple minutes after.

Once Emma had come out of the changing room and bought the dress we found ourselves looking at a massive crowd of people cheering out some person’s name, it sounded like ‘Fair” but it wasn’t until I heard her voice that I realise who it was.

“Nutmeg, paprika, ginger and turmeric” Called Claire from the centre of the crowd. “Give me something harder, this is baby stuff” A man holding a tray of some type of meat came up to her and held in in front of her, she picked it up and tasted it, with her back mouth may I add, and began to name the herbs and spices used in the rub. “Coriander, chilli powder, garlic powder, cinnamon, oregano and . . . . And is that Cumin? “She smiled gleefully and waved us over. “Hi guys, what do you think, I am pretty popular” she gestured to the crowd of people.

“Claire!” I spat “You’re not supposed to use your back mouth in public remember” I glared down at her but she only rolled her eyes.

“My people love me, I can’t blame them for that, I love me too, I am extremely loveable” I continue to stare at her and cross my arms. “Fine” she mutters and with that she leaves her spot light and walks through the crowd.

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