Chapter 1 - The Ruin of Auld Hay HillA Chapter by Kirsty Anne“Aye,
the ruin on auld hay hill…well, I dinnae ken if you want tae know, me bairn…”
He
sighed, inhaling deeply through his nose and running his tongue over the scar
on his lip. His grand-daughter sat
pleadingly at his feet, kneeling up and staring intently, desperate for the
knowledge he held. He stared into those
little eyes. He hated sugar-coating the
story of Hay Hill…but she was just a child.
She loved to climb the ruins, pretend it was her castle…he didn’t want
to take that innocence away. So, he ran
his old, tough hands through the short grey hairs on his head and forced the
corners of his mouth to rise. “Awright,
m’dear. “Many
a year ago…ach, a good twenty years before you were born…there was a palace
there. Six stories high, a hundred rooms
on each floor. The government, y’know…” His voice lowered to a choked whisper. “…the b******s that took yer milk oot a’ yer
schools…” He winked, and she
giggled. “Aye, the government noticed
that some o’ the bairns in the schools were nae quite right in the heed. They were destined to be…different. So the government built them a place where
they could all live together.” “Their
friends were cruel, they were. They
didnae understand why they were special.
And what they didnae understand, they made fun of.” “So
are the special people still there?”
Once
he heard the door slam, he sank back into his old patterned armchair and put
his head in his hands. Hay Hill…of all
the things he could have told her, why Hay Hill? There were ruins of real castles, what…less
than a mile away? Why did he think it
would be a good idea to make up some sugar-coated crap about Hay Hill? *End of chapter 1* © 2014 Kirsty AnneAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 8, 2014 Last Updated on October 12, 2014 AuthorKirsty AnneUnited KingdomAboutMe - 14, Scottish, 5 ft 3, nose pierced, atheist, dancer, singer, violinist, guitarist, tattoo & piercing enthusiast. Games - TLoU, FNaF, Slender, Bioshock series, AC, etc. Music - Paramore, Ev.. more..Writing
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