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PIRATES, HIDDEN TREASURE AND …

Fourteen-year-old Electra sat perched on the edge of her chair facing the small group that sat cross legged on her bed.

‘It happened a long time ago’, she began, ‘but it seems like yesterdayprobably because Ive told the story so often. The only reason why I tell the story is because its why my family is the way it is. You see, we are a family with roots. Oh, you think your families has roots too? Okay, let me explain what REAL ancestry means.’

Electra put the empty popcorn bowl on the floor before continuing.

‘In 1801, mygreat, great, great, great grandfather, built this house. He had been a pirate ever since he ran away to sea and became a captains cabin boy. The ship was called the Black Raven its captains name was..’

‘Electra! Will you please stop telling that tale.’

‘Aw刑ad. Why not? It sure beats the real story.’

‘Theres nothing wrong with our familys history, or your family home. And, dont forget the reason why you were named Electra.’

Sandy, one of the girls at the pyjama party, bounced off the bed. ‘Tell us, Mr Chapman. We really want to know about your house and your family.’

The other girls joined in the pleading.

Electra stood and took the freshly made popcorn from her father, pointed the bowl toward her chair where she had just been sitting, and motioned him to take over the narration.

‘Electra was right about the year. Thats when the house was built, but thats where the truth of her story finishes.’ He waited for Sandy and his daughter to join the other girls on the bed. Electra passed the popcorn round before he continued.

‘Basically, my father wanted to save this house from being bulldozed. The locals wanted it demolished for safety reasons. He pleaded his case and renovated it. Its been our family home since I was a boy. There are a few rooms that have never been restored but its stable.’

Sandy stared at nothing in particular. ‘You mean those rooms could be haunted?’

Electra burst out laughing. ‘You must be kidding.’

‘Please continue’, one of the girls requested, her eyes focusing on Electras father and ignoring his daughters outburst.

‘No, the house is not hauntednot that I know of. The rooms have just never been needed. Theres no great mystery, only the history gets a bit confusing. A few generations back the family lost most of their fortune and the house was left empty for years.’

Sandy looked puzzled. ‘Is that it? Electra, I think its a great story. Tell us Mr Chapman how did Electra get her name.’

‘Its not all that interesting,’ Electra commented casually, wriggled back against the bed board and stuffed popcorn into her mouth.

Her father paused and took a moment to continue. ‘Electras mother was beautiful. She had red hair’

‘That explains your hair,’ Sandy teased.

Electra pushed Sandy playfully off the bed, causing Sandy to squeal and the others to laugh.

‘She died in child birth’, he continued unperturbed. A hush filled the room before he continued. ‘I didnt know what I would do or how I would bring up our little girl on my own. I brought her back here to my family home where my parents helped until they passed away. Not only was Electra born with red hair but she looked like she had a shock that caused her hair to frizz. Her grandmother named her. Over time her hair lost its frizz but the name stuck. Her hair still reminds me of her mother.’

He stood and left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

The girls remained speechless. Electra climbed off the bed and placed the popcorn on her desk before anyone spoke.

Sandy followed Electra and stood behind her, hesitating before speaking. ‘Youve never told me the real story. Why wouldn’t anyone like the true story about your family and this house?’

Electra turned; her eyes glistened with tears. ‘I wish I knew my mother but I do know a lot about her. Dad and my grandparents made sure I knew everything about her. Every birthday I tell my pirate story so I dont get sad. I guess I didnt realize, until today, just how sad my dad gets.’

The girls gathered around their friend for a group hug. ‘Your family sounds wonderful,’ Sandy exclaimed. ‘Your family home is beautiful. Why dont we ask your dad to show us around?’

Electra smiled and wiped her eyes. ‘Thats sounds like a great idea. Maybe well find some pirate ghosts or some lost treasure’, she added with a giggle. She took Sandy by the hand and led the girls from her room in search of an adventure.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Big Brother

You must be kidding me! Why would you do such a thing?

Rosy began to cry. Michael, you dont understand.

No, I dont understand. Why would my own sister tell the police a lie like that?

You know I cant tell a lie.

But you DID!

The argument continued all the way home from the police station.

Taking in a deep breath, Michael pull into the driveway of their home. Why would you even think I would do something like that?

I saw you.

You saw me pick up a phone from a seat in the quadrangle. Right?

Yes.

But I didnt steal it. Someone left it there and I picked it up to take it to the office. For Petes sake, Rosy, what would you have done?

I wouldnt have stolen it?

I did not steal it! You know you got me into a lot of trouble today. How do I explain this to Mum?

Well, its all your fault. She opened the car door and got out.

I did not steal it.

The door slammed shut.

Michael rested his head on the steering wheel and groaned. This is the third time this month. Why does she go out of her way to get me into trouble? Why does everyone believe her over me?

The passenger door opened and shut again. Why indeed Michael? Why do you put your sister in such situations?

But色

No buts about it. This time you have gone too far. His stepfather tossed a bag onto the back seat.

Dont come back until you sort yourself out. Your mother and sister dont need you anymore.

Michael looked up, then at the bag on the back seat. You cant be serious.

This man who was supposed to be a dad to him left the car and slammed the door.

This had gone too far. This is madness. Why do they believe everything she says?

He reversed out of the driveway and headed away from the only home he knew.

Rosy! He spoke into the empty car. You have gone too far this time.

He pulled into the McDonald’s car-park and took out his phone. Jeremy, I need a place to sleep.

Uh oh. Dont tell me. Rosys flipped again.

I cant believe this. Today, I was charged with theft. He continued his defence and finished with an expletive.

OK. OK. Settle down. Ill come meet you for a burger before we come home.

It was nine oclock before Michael drove to Jeremys home to sleep the night. Michael hoped it was only just one night. The police interview seemed to go on and on and his argument with Rosy and their stepfather made him weary.

Lets talk some more in the morning, Jeremy said pointing to the spare room.

He just nodded and went to bed.

The following day at school was like a nightmare. Rosy had spread the word. Little fink. Michael stayed out of everyones way, including the teachers.

Michael, come see me after school. This came from his English teacher, Mr Jacobs. I think we should talk.

Michael had only nodded but he showed up as requested.

Michael, I would never have thought色

I didnt.

I know you didnt steal that phone. In fact, I have left a statement at the police station this morning as soon as the rumours started.

Michael looked up.

You see, I had been sitting there to tie my shoe laces earlier. It was my phone and I know it wasnt stolen. I got distracted and forgot to pick it up. I was heading back as the bell rang and saw that you had picked it up, looked around and headed for the office. You were too far away to hear me over the bell.

The office was closed.

I know.

Then why does everyone else believe Rosy?

Ahh Rosy. Shes been in one of my classes since she started high school. She has her problems but I have no idea what they are. She seemed like a nice kid a year ago. Are there problems at home?

Only that she keeps telling our mother and our stepfather lies about me.

Your stepfather?

Michael sighed. Our mother remarried a few years ago. Rosy has never accepted it. He paused. Maybe I havent either. Ive tried色

Michael, are you sure Rosy is OK?

Ha. I think shes lost the plot.

And your mother?

Shes changed too in some ways. Quieter I think.

Would you like me to talk to her? Rosy I mean.

Why? Shell only tell everyone.

Leave it with me and forget about those charges. Theyll be dropped and your name cleared but do me a favour.

What?

Keep an eye on Rosy. I think theres more to this resentment toward you than you realise.

Michael was a little confused but shook the teachers hand and headed for home in his old but reliable car that had once belonged to their birth father. He missed his dad. Why did you have to die? As he left the car-park, he saw Rosy walking with her friends. You can walk. He continued to mumble to himself.

As he neared home, he remembered what Mr Jacobs had told him. He groaned audibly before making a U turn and drove back the way he came.

Rosy was walking alone now since her friends lived closer to school. He made another U turn and pulled up just ahead of his sister and reached over to open the door. Get in.

Rosy obeyed but sat sulkily long after they left the curb.

Michael kept glancing over at his sister who seemed smaller than usual.

Are you OK?, he finally asked.

She didnt answer so he didnt ask again.

Later that evening, Michael sat at the dining table doing his homework. Opposite, Rosy was reading from a textbook. The room was silent except for the muffle din of the television in the next room. Their mother was in the kitchen clearing up after their evening meal.

Michael wanted to say something. He wanted to ask a question but didnt know why or what. He wasnt even sure if it was Rosy or his mother he wanted to speak to. So, he just remained silent.

Rosy, the voice called from the other room. I want you home early tomorrow.

Their mother drew in a sharp breath and a fork clattered onto the tiled floor.

Michael leaned across the table and whispered. Why?

Shush.

Their mother wiped over the benches; head down and unmistakably whimpering quietly.

Michael rose and approached his mother. Whats going on?

Stay out of it, is all she said so quietly he thought of asking her again.

The voice raised above the television. Did you hear me, Rosy?

Yes, Dad.

Michael cleared his throat and looked from Rosy to his mother before speaking. I dont have classes in the afternoon so Ill drive her home.

Fear reflected in his mothers eyes. Rosy was biting the corner of her textbook.

Dont bother. His stepfather spoke as he entered the room. Shes needed. Not you. You shouldnt even be here. The man sharply poked Michael in the ribs before going to the refrigerator for a beer.

Silence remained long into the night. Michael knocked quietly on Rosys door. Rosie, its me.

Come in, she said meekly.

He shut the door behind him and sat on the end of her bed. Whats going on?

Nothing. I cant tell you.

Why not?

Because I dont want Mum to get hurt.

What the色 He ran his hand through his hair. Youre not coming home alone.

I have too.

Michael stood. No, youre not and Mum will be OK.

How can you be sure?

Leave it to me. He left the room.

The following morning at breakfast, no one spoke. Their mother was in the laundry when their stepfather headed out the door to go to work.

Michael stood behind his sisters chair and gently squeezed her shoulders. Stay here. Ill drive you to school but I need to talk to Mum first.

A few minutes later, the three left together in Michaels car. Ill drop you off Mum, and take Rosy to school and return to pick you up.

Rosy looked confused but returned her mothers nod as the car stopped in front of the Police station.

At school, they sought out Mr Jacobs who was in the staff room. Michael left Rosy outside in the corridor. Mr Jacobs had come out and had rushed into the Principals office leaving Michael with his sister. Minutes later Michael was driving both his teacher and Rosy to the Police station where they were ushered into a small office. There they re-joined their mother who was speaking to a uniformed Police woman. Introductions were made and seats offered.

Weve sent two police officers to collect your stepfather. Theyll be taking him directly to the interview room so he wont know any of you are here.

Rosy spoke for the first time that morning. But hell come after us later.

No, you will be in a safe house until we know what charges are made and if hell be kept in custody. Most likely he will, even if he gets a good lawyer.

Their mother thanked Mr Jacobs. Im very grateful. I was so stupid not to believe Michael. She turned to Rosy. And Im sorry for not standing up for either of you.

Rosy leaned into her mother and looked up at her brother. Im sorry I made up all those lies. I just wanted to get your attention.

Michael gave a small smile and reached out for his sisters hand. Im sorry too for being so caught up in myself that I missed all the signs. He looked over to their teacher. We have Mr Jacobs to thank for taking the time to talk to me.

No need to thank me. Ive been wondering for too long why Rosy changed so quickly. I should have said something before this. He cleared his throat. Im so sorry, I should have realised宇he signs were all there匈 just didnt want to believe it.

Rosie sat up and look into her mothers tear stained face. Everything will be okay, Mum.

Yes, Mum and Michael said in unison.

Michael continued. We have each other, and you Rosie, will never need to try and get my attention again. Big brother will be watching out for you.

The siblings gave a stifled chuckle.

穢 Chrissy Siggee – 2019

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Temptations in History

The teacher talked on and on about the Livonian War that lasted twenty five years back in the mid to late fifties of the seventeenth century. History could be boring. Mr Tirone was boring.

Finally, the bell rang and Todd snapped out of his trance.

Thank goodness thats over. Trish groaned aloud when she caught up with him at the door.

Todd agreed. Yeah, I didnt think it would ever end. I thought history was going to be an easy class.

Hows it going with the assignment?

Dont ask. I mean, where do I start?

We could work on it together at my house tonight. My parents are both working the late shift and my kid sister is staying over at a friends house.

Todd grinned. OK. Ill come over right after I do my Math homework. Now Math I can handle but I cant afford to get behind on it.

She gave him her best see-you-later smile as she entered her next class. Todd continued to the gym where the last forty minutes of the day would be a little more active.

It was just after seven when Trish open the front door to him. She was wearing a pretty pink top with a low cut neckline.

My parents will be home about nine so we only have a few hours.

Todd force himself to look above her shoulders where he met her smile. OK. My curfew is nine thirty so lets get started.

He followed Trish into the kitchen where her text books laid open on the dining table. His back pack slipped off his shoulder and he let it rest on an empty chair.

Drink?

Thanks. Do you have juice? Im not into soda stuff.

Sure. Orange or apple?

Apple please.

After a few minutes of casual chitchat over the breakfast bar Trish leaned forward. So, where do you want to do this?

Her breath smelled of mint and her floral perfume tickled his nose. He cleared his throat and turned toward the table.

The table is fine. He picked up his back pack and opened the zip. I just brought the main textbook and a note book. Its great that you have offered to help. Maybe I just need to get started.

Trish came close but didnt sit so Todd did. Big mistake. He turned his head and placed his juice on the table to his right. He cleared his throat again. Trish walked around to the other side of the table and pulled out a chair.

Are you OK Todd? You seem nervous. I can assure you that no one else is here.

Todd nodded and took another sip before he spoke again. Lets get on with this. He opened his text book to the Livonian War. I really dont see why we need to study stuff that happened in the seventeenth Century.

I find it intriguing. I could listen to Tirone all day.

Todd grimaced. I take it that History is a favourite subject.

No. I prefer Human Dynamics.

Todd was confused. What? Which one is that?

Trish knee bumped his sending chills up his spine but she didnt seem to notice.

‘Silly. I was joking. Now lets open to page two-six-five.

It was exactly nine when Todd looked at his watch. Id better go.

Just then the back door opened and a man entered. Hello there. He must have been six foot three at least.

Hello Daddy. This is Todd. Were working on our History assignment.’

He looked from his daughter to Todd and back again. Yeah right.

Todd wished the floor would open up and swallow him.

Oh Daddy, dont be so dramatic.

Todd rose and stuffed his textbook and notes into his bag. I was just leaving. Nice to meet you Sir. Thanks Trish. I really appreciate your help.

Trish stayed where she was. It was then he noticed why. She held her text book close to her chest.

Todd left the kitchen with a nod and headed to the front door.

The following day while Todd was sitting in the History classroom early to jot down yesterdays notes from the blackboard, Trish came in and stood behind him.

Thanks for a great night.

He stopped writing and looked up. All he could think of was the moment she opened her front door.

A few sniggers followed by other students who had also entered the room.

Todd sucked in air. We should do it again sometime.

More sniggers.

Trish winked and moved to her usual seat.

Whats going on here?

Mr Tirone entered. Open your textbooks to page two-six-five. Todd Hughes, what did you learn from yesterdays boring class?

Heat rose to Todds face. Good thing Trish helped me out last night. He turned to the requested page and answered the question.

Im impressed, Tirone stated. And I thought you went to sleep.

Laughter rose across the classroom and Todd felt Trishs eyes on him. He dared a look and returned her smile.

I can handle this. Shes cute enough and knows her history.

Over the lunch break Todd sort out Trish to thank her for getting him out of an embarrassing situation.

Hello Todd. The voice was soft and warm.

Hello to you too. He smiled at Trish. Shes beautiful, even in her school uniform. Thanks for last night. It came in handy today.

The girls who were sitting with Trish stood and left. He felt awkward. We can talk later.

Thats OK. They get it.

Todd looked around. Get what?

You know. You me. Us.

Us?

Dont you like me?

Yes, but I thought we were just friends.

Friends are cool I guess.

Todd bit his lip. You mean地ll that last night? It felt like his stomach flipped and he found it hard to breathe. What about your Dad?

Hell get over it. Well just have to be more careful.

Todd didnt answer.

We didnt do anything wrong.

No, we didnt. We were just studying together. He thought about what he would say next. Yes, he liked Trish but he wasnt sure if he was ready for a relationship. He had thought it would be nice to have a relationship with someone when he went on to university. He may have been ready for that. Now he wasnt so sure. Trish, where do you want this to go?

She shrugged. As far as you want.

They were so close that he could look into her eyes. They were a pretty blue and her blonde curls kinked at her perfectly shaped eyebrows. He breathed in her scent and his nerve endings quivered.

I dont know. He drew in another long breath.

Whats wrong with me? Her voice broke.

Nothing. Nothing at all. Youre perfectly beautiful. I just dont think either of us are ready for this.

Oh Todd. We could just study together after school. Maybe at your house if youre not sure about mine.

He sighed. I dont think we can study together now.

We could make out.

Todd smiled. Why dont we wait a while. We can be friends at school. He paused. You helped me more than I would have thought last night. I think I may even grow to like history.

They both gave a short laugh.

Im not sure if I could handle being in the same class now.

Todd took her hand. Well get through it. I promise. With that he kissed her hand and left.

穢 Chrissy Siggee – 2019

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Younger Teens – New Category

Younger Teens by request, have their very own category link on Riverside Peace.
All posts suitable for children can now be found directly in the Childrens Corner.

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Locked Out!

‘Geraldine! Open the door. Please, let me explain.’

‘Go away, Mum! I dont want to talk to you.’

‘Please understand, Geraldine. I hadto do it.’

‘Thats just so lame.’ Geraldine rolled her eyes. ‘Youre pathetic.’

Geraldines mobile phone played her favourite Red-Hot Chili Peppers song: Nobody Weird like Me. She grabbed her iridescent purple phone from the bed and checked the caller ID. Crystals photo appeared on the screen. ‘Hi, Crystal, Im not really in the mood to talk.’

‘Geraldine, whats going on? I was about to knock on your front door when I heard you screaming.’

‘Where are you now?’

‘At your front gate. Where are you?’

‘In my bedroom, but’

‘Ill come around to your window.’

Geraldine was about to argue but realized Crystal had rung off. By the time she opened the window Crystal was outside waiting.

To Geraldines relief, Crystal kept her voice quiet. ‘So, are you going to tell me whats going on?’

Geraldine turned and threw herself back onto the bed. ‘I cant believe she did it.’

‘Did what?’ Crystal raised her voice to a hoarse whisper to be heard from where she stood in the garden.

‘She threw Dad out.’

Crystal climbed through the window. ‘Hes been drinking again?’

‘Just because he likes a drink after work…’ Geraldine bit her lip and paused. ‘It wasnt his fault that he hit her last night.’ She began to cry.

‘Hey, girl, you cant possibly think he should stay if hes hitting her.’

‘But, hes my dad and its his home too.’

Geraldines best friend sat beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. ‘Do you remember when my mother threw my dad out?’

‘Thats different, Crystal; he was beating you and your brother. I remember going to the hospital with you when he broke your arm.’

‘Like, before that, he was hitting my mother. She used to hide out the backyard until he fell asleep, but then he started beating us instead. Yes, Geraldine, thats why she threw him out, but do you think your mother is going to wait for that to happen to you? Your mother knows what we went through.’

There was a gentle knock on the bedroom door and Geraldine accepted a tissue from Crystal to wipe her eyes.

Her mothers voice was croaky. ‘Geraldine, can we talk?’

‘OK Mum. Just a minute.’

Crystal gave her Geraldine a quick hug before she climbed back out the window. As she waved goodbye, Geraldine took a deep breath before opening the door.

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Stinky

Thirteen-year-old Sarah stood in the kitchen doorway; arms firmly folded. Defiance kindled her annoyance. Tension grew as she watched her mother fill the dishwasher.Im not going, Sarah declared. Give me one good reason why I should.

Its only going to be a month. Please Sarah; you know your father needs this cruise to help with his recovery.

But Aunt Carla stinks. She knew it wasnt a nice thing to say, but it was true. Everyone knew it.

Sarah remembered their visit to her Aunt Carlas at Christmas. She lived in a sun-bleached clapboard house in an old neighbourhood. With no car, she walked once a week to the store and post office. Her only apparent regular visitor was a nurse every Wednesday. Sarah recalled the embarrassment she felt when they took her smelly aunt to the Christmas service.

Her mothers voice drew her back to the present. I know how you feel about your Aunt Carla, but shes close to school. You wont be with her all day every day. Even church is nearby and you can phone Pastor Jim for transport to youth group.

Sarah unfolded her arms and opened her mouth to respond, stopping short at the sight of her father staggering in from the yard. His mouth drooped on one side and spittle hung in mid-air about two inches from his bristly chin. She turned and ran to her room, throwing herself onto her bed. Her mother followed.

You will go, Sarah. The doctor said it will take time and this cruise will help. Hes fortunate the stroke didnt affect his walking.

Okay, Ill go to Aunt Carlas.

Sarah ate her breakfast in silence. She ignored her aunt sitting opposite. The kitchen smelled musty and mingled with mothballs, which lingered in the air throughout the house. Neither had spoken much since Sarah had arrived three days earlier. In the evenings, the only sound heard was the tinkling of silverware against old dinner plates while they ate their evening meals. The spacious sunroom, consisting of a large comfortable day bed, a closet and an antique table, was where she would stay out of Aunt Carlas way.

Would you like something special for tea tonight? I can make hamburgers and chocolate chip cookies, your fathers favourites.

The packet macaroni and frozen pizzas her aunt had prepared the previous night, invaded Sarahs already depressing thoughts. Thats okay, whatever you want.

Aunt Carla rose to her feet and wheezed heavily; her foul breath caused Sarah to cringe. The older woman took her breakfast plate to the sink and stood with her back to her niece.

Sarah felt a pang of unexpected guilt. She finished her breakfast and hurried to collect her things for school. Her aunt was still at the sink when Sarah passed the kitchen on her way out. She heard her aunt sniffle and watched as she removed a tissue from her pocket. Leaving the room noiselessly, Sarah step outside and closed the door.

Sarah, whats ya doin at Stinkys? She looked up to see a face disappear back through the window of a passing school bus.

Keeping her eyes downward, Sarah began walking in the direction of school. She quickened her step and almost immediately bumped into someone approaching from the opposite direction. Sarah quickly apologized and knelt to pick up the items the woman had dropped. Sarah lifted her head and realized this woman was a community nurse. Oh, you must be going to see my aunt.

Yes, Im Jenny and you must be Sarah. Carlas been so excited about you coming to stay. You know, I overheard that boy. Im sorry. It must be hard to hear people say such nasty things about your aunt. They just dont understand that some forms of terminal lung disease cause the body to produce odour from dying cells.

What? Oh尖eah. I better get to school.

Sarahs heart pounded and her breathing accelerated, but it had nothing to do with her vigorous walking. She began to cry thinking about the terrible things she had said and thought about her aunt.

Oh God, Im so selfish. Help me to be a friend to Aunt Carla. Please look after Daddy and make him well. I think you have a few things to teach me while Im here. Help me learn

穢 Chrissy Siggee

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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