project one, chapter six. :)
THE START OF MY NOVEL.
THIS IS ABOUT THINGS THAT NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT APART FROM ME BUT THIS IS ONLY A DRAFT SO IS YET TO BE FINISHED.
First proper DRAFT, STILL VERY SHORT.
Going home to grow up.
· Therefore, in the end my parents decided to take me home. Things where about to drastically change for me, I was starting to grow up. This was a place I still do not understand even know, and I don’t think I ever will but that was my home at the time. A small two bedroom terrace house near to Urk-heart. For what I remember about Urk-heart is that everything looked huge but not a gigantic as Urkwood, for what I remember of Urk-heart is that there was a lot of green and a lot of people. This overwhelmed me because they where all looking at me and doing strange faces and I can remember laughing at then. However I do not know what I thought was funny. However in a way this was relaxing because they where not scared of me, they were happy to see me. Hang on that’s even weirder because why where they happy to see me, they could just be happy to see a baby that’s what it will be. Know were was I… Ohh yes I know I was talking about what I remember about my first time in Urk-heart. Ohh my God, I think I can remember seeing the man from the hospital again it couldn’t have been him, why would he have been following me or was he a friend of my dad’s? I don’t think he was, for from what I remember he did not talk to my dad and my dad did not notice him, or was I a paranoid baby. Dude that would be cool to be paranoid or hallucinating at such a young age. However this is where I lived but I don‘t remember much about the start of my life all I remember is from the pictures of my childhood. My life at this point would probably been very boring because I was a baby and as you can imagine, probably all I did was poop, eat and sleep but I can’t remember if I cried a lot or not because I never saw the point in finding out. However there was nothing much in the mists of the old and new technology coming but not working together. There was the massive garden where my wood was, my sisters field and other pieces of land where all this machinery was keep. This is where I was isolated to do what my family said but I was not free to do what I wanted I had to follow the rules and do as they said however; this was my home with the old technology overtaking the new. You could say the new was left out in the cold to rot and fall apart. How as the old was embraced with open arms to my life threw my parent, well mainly my dad because he lived in the past so me, my sister had to live in the past, and the world was different changing and growing around us so... The world was evolving and we where stuck in a time loop from the past but I was growing up so fast I never saw so much of the world around me I was stuck in our own little time loop with my family. We did learn how to use our hands and make thinks, I can remember I use to be good at making things with my hands, but I’m not any more. I do not know why these thinks have change, it is probably because I have not used these skills in a while because in the modern world, the brain in more important than what someone can do with there hands. However at that time I thought that being able to do something with my hands was really important. Therefore, in the end, I was alone but I was not alone, in the world, I had my sister. Who was a couple of years older than I was at the time she was like my mother figure because when we where very young my real birth mother was harsh. Well that was an understatement my mother was not my mother, she gave birth tome an all but she couldn't look after children, she treated us like a slave, we where her savants. She was harsh and cruel. She took us to places we didn’t want to go, the things I remember about her were never good, she hated our existence, was that because she new what I was and was my sister like me? Is this the reason she hated us so much, but all I knew then was that she was not there when I was growing up. In a way if she was still around when I way, I would not be the person I am today or would I? There are May questions that I need to find the answer for the many questions. One day the answers will be revelled to me but this is last time I would see her for a long time because after some difficulty my father got to look after us and we where taken away from the evil wreath of that woman but we where still not safe.
· Our father took us away from her and he was our saviour but he still lived in the past but he was my dad with his loony, crazy ideas of life but of course is my dad a hairy dude that made me laugh. Because once he got confused for being Santa even though he had black hair and black bewared but the resemblances ended on the appearance. When in fact he was a harsh and cruel man! Who believe in manual labour was the only think that was important in his world and we need to learn this very fast or we would be stuck with nothing but he also believed that everyone should have a skill to be able to look after ourselves because the world is hard so we had to work hard to achieve. We had to learn how to live by ourselves and how to look after ourselves; he thought he was doing the right thing for us. This was hard world when we where small young children doing jobs of men. This work felt hard at the time but it was life and that is what life is hard work. This was apart off life but we have to have fun to... We got to learn how to work with wood and ancient machinery but that was interesting because other children would watch television, me and my sister where out in the garden doing stuff and helping our father. Me and my sister when to a primary school in town and I started to make friends but I can’t really remember much about them except for the fact that they never came round to my house, I never new why this was but it was okay. Due to all the things, that where happening in my life I got injured at lot, most of the time is wasn’t that serious, so I just got up and got on with my life, which is what you have to do. When I was like thirteen years old I was injured when my sister and me where messing around in the bathroom while running a bath for my dad and I burnt my back. Therefore, my skin peeled off in huge clumps all over the bathroom floor, I was lucky to be alive because I lost so much of my skin but my father saved me by pouring cold water all over my back. This sounds harsh at the time but it saved me from having a skin graft, which I will always be thankful for but my father was still harsh. If we took a steep out of line we would get it or even beaten with belts. This is what my father was brought up with so this is all that this was the norm and in a way so did I. I thought every family was like this but after that day everything changed and in a way, you could say that people where afraid of me, what I was! What had I become or what was I already? (BIG JUMP)
· This is was when we where put into private education and we got to learn how to dance with a metal rod which was rather weird and that’s about it, this lasted about a year and over this time my father went into hospital. He had to have major heart surgery, he said it was due to the stress of looking after my sister and me but I don‘t know that might have been just to make us tow the line but it never worked. Because the we found out that, my dad did not have a faulty valve, he had a whole in his heart, and at the time in a way, I did believe my father because we could have caused the whole but this was not true, it was just a parasite. While he was having his operation my sister and me went and stayed with some friends who where very nice and we have to go to the theme parks and do all sorts of fun stuff because it was the holidays. These people showed us a good time and I do not know how they where so good friends to my dad, for a while they where until we lost contact after my sister and me where pulled out of the school. My father thought this was a loony school but this was not the truth. The truth was that someone I knew at that time (well my sister at that time, but is no longer called my sister but this will be revealed later) started smocking and stealing. Also getting involved with the wrong kind of people so he had to move us, so he took us out and tried to put us into proper school but we couldn‘t go back so soon. Therefore, my father, Mr Slinger had to teach us from home for a sort period until we could go back into public education. This was rather weird beginning taught from home because you have no friends only the people you live with but I don‘t think I can remember anything that he thought me which is rather bad. But when I started back at proper school I was in year eight and most people would take the piss out off me and make fun off me because at that time I wasn‘t the most hygienic person in the school. Well to put it bluntly I smelt bad probably but at that time I didn‘t know any different but I slowly started making friends and one of them will become a close friend of mine but this was my school life. This life was just a start because I think no one knows what I am, so it was okay in the end because I was normal, so I thought but they could have been all like me. We had these strange ideas in the school where we learnt to feed as well as the stuff like history, English and other stuff. This was school full of strange exciting things; there is a lot of fun and excitement, within the school.
· This is the place we had to turn up when it was dark, we turned up when the darkness came about and left just before the sun came up and in a way this was normal. We learnt so much and this was the first time I started to feel so free and alive for the first time. I started to feel my blood rushing around my body and my body was repairing itself. At this moment, I felt alive and this would be the start of my life. This was the future, we would eat from beakers, well technically we would drink from the beakers and I felt alive and free, but when I got home I had to work on the garden and help my family our garden, I was a gardener and slave in the light and at school. This goes on for years. We felt this place at home, felt alive. Years went by, where the routine did not change; everything stayed the same for a few years. I made some friends while I was in secondary school but most people had a strange hatred for me, so I was not that popular then.