Thank you for your patience concerning this story, it's pretty hard to write. :)


At school the next morning, Jack wasn’t in tutor. It made things rather boring, but it also made Will talk non-stop. He was still intent on finding out everything about Jack, and why he was there. Of course, Laura and I wouldn’t answer his questions. On the scale of popularity, he was miles lower than us, which meant we did not answer to him. Will, unsurprisingly, wouldn’t listen. I ‘accidentally’ kicked him in the shin to shut him up.



I was sitting with Laura and Benjie at lunch time, when I felt arms around my waist, and a person pressed against my back. Laura bit her lip to stop from giggling. I didn’t need to turn around to know who was wrapped around me.
“What?” I smiled, pretending to moan. Jack laughed behind me, and I laughed with him. Benjie and Laura discreetly moved a safe distance away, allowing Jack to say what he had to say. Instead of talking in his normal voice, Jack leant in, and whispered close to my ear.
“We are still on for Friday, aren’t we?” I giggled, feeling like a six-year-old.
“Is that a yes?” He laughed with me. Nodding, I agreed. Jack walked around from behind me, and sat opposite me. Benjie and Laura took this as a signal to return to the conversation.

Chapter 2 – Dreaming Is Believing

Friday night came around in a blink. I met Jack outside the cinema, and I was almost speechless. Almost. His hair seemed darker in the dim evening light, and he was leaning against the wall, staring into my eyes. Unwillingly, I found myself smiling nervously. My heart skipped a beat when he took my hand, and led me inside.   

Everything looked black and white in the dusky twilight, like a badly edited photo. It was only just edging towards evening, but the sun was already long gone, disappearing behind the clouds. The sky had twisted itself into piles of angry-looking storm clouds. I laid myself down on a gnarled log, and watched the castle in the distance. With every passing second, it seemed to move slightly closer, until I could make out windows; empty, darkened windows.

Ignoring the birds that were noisily squawking above me, I focussed on the rolling waves. Each one crashed into the shore with force greater than the last. The pebbles that the foaming waves brought in scraped against one another, creating a sound more unpleasant than nails on a blackboard.

The scene was so beautiful. But unnerving. It was loud, but still silent. The castle, drifting silently closer to the shore, had got so much closer. I grasped a branch of the tree trunk I was laid upon. The noise cut out. The birds shut their beaks and disappeared from the scene. Each wave stopped in unison, the ocean suddenly still and unmoving. In an instant, everything was much scarier than it had been. And it was deathly quiet.