nothing seemed to work. Eventually, I gave up and let my consciousness tear away from me.
“Mummy! Look!” shrieked a fragile boy who sounded like he had never seen an unconscious
girl. In my town, people were continuingly losing consciousness as a result of scorching weather
or lack of resources. The less fortunate ended up in comas, this was my sixth time I had lapsed
into unconsciousness.
I woke up on a bed. A real bed! A massive family was surrounding me; there were five
charming sons, four beautiful girls, a father and mother. Their gleaming eyes fixed on me, but
that wasn’t what I first noticed. What I first noticed was a strangely familiar and magnificent
structure that hung over me like a lamp, but it wasn’t a lamp. It was transparent and shaped
perfectly like diamonds. It struck me, my town produced this. I glared.
All of a sudden they started blurting out what sounded like questions, I couldn’t concentrate
my head was spinning.
“Stop!” I yelled much louder and more deafening than I expected. The family looked taken
back, I instantly felt guilty. They welcomed me into their dazzling home and I was yelling at
them.
“I’m sorry. I’m not used to people talking to me.” I explained, hoping they would forgive me.
They seemed satisfied which made me smile.
“Where did you come from?” asked one of the sons who was about my age, with a curious
twinkle in his ocean blue eyes.
My smile immediately turned to a frown. What were they going to do with me if I told them?
Even so I pointed north praying with all my heart that they wouldn’t take me back to the depths
of hell.
They all gasped, except the youngest daughter who burst into tears and tugged fiercely at a
rag which was interestingly shaped as a bear.
“You come from Torna?” the mother questioned now with a look of disgust on her face.
Was my town named Torna? Why were they so surprised? I know I shouldn’t ask but I was
sick of unanswered questions but it would be utter rudeness to ask.
“Torna? That’s the name of my town?” I asked, but I already knew the answer. The mother
nodded.
“A beautiful name for an ugly town,” I muttered.
The boy who was my age, as if not caring about my horrendous past, announced
“She probably got help from some men who felt sorry for her. She’s just a girl. How could she
have gotten out of there?”
I was sick of this family who were spoilt to death. They didn’t even know my name and they
were already judging me!
Fortunately the boy who had insulted me was standing fairly close to the bed. This made it a
simple task for me to punch him straight on the nose, and that is exactly what I did.
As he whimpered and freaked out at the slight sight of blood on his face, I was already
grabbing my bag. The family were too preoccupied fussing over his nose to notice my departure,
so just as I was about to leave through the mahogany door I answered back to his bitter insult,
slowly spitting the words out one by one,
“Don’t kid yourself! Anyone in my town would laugh if I hit their nose!”
The whole family stared at me as though I was demented, but I didn’t care. My eyes were
burning with fury. I marched out of the room, grinning at my triumphant message.
