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Kanga in my own little bubble |
There is a special way to open the music box though it has been lost through the ages. Those who are fortunate or unfortunate enough to have the Lyrine, hold great power and great responsibility. It is also said that the Lyrine was made at Heanor Palace, or otherwise known today, Canberra. The story goes…
Ok. This was way too weird. I clicked close on the top right side of the page and went to lie on my bed, heart beating a hundred miles an hour. No. More like two hundred miles an hour. “There is a way to open the music box but it has been lost through the ages.” Great. Thanks for all the help. Not. Hiding in the covers of my bed I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
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“Come on come on! Only one day until we leave. There’s still a lot of packing to do!”
“I don’t care,” I say groggily, putting my head under the pillow.
“What’s happened to you lately? You are usually the first one up. I guess it’s just moving isn’t it?”
“Look mum I just want to get some sleep,”
I can tell she’s angry. I can just feel it.
“Well how about me! I’m the one how has to pack up almost everything AND get ready for a new job!”
“OK, OK if you’re that sensitive about me not having enough sleep so I can’t do a lot of work, then be that way,” and I start to exaggeratingly haul myself out of bed, concealing a grin.
She sighs, “Fine, five more minutes. But that’s it!”
Yes, another point for Tess, two, nil.
But my victory was short lived as I see the Lyrine sitting there on my computer desk and the events of the past few days come back to me.
“Aw man why does my life have to be so complicated?” I wonder to myself. I mean, Grandpa dying, my cousins thinking it was my fault because he gave me the something in the will, suddenly having to move, the music box that might be able to destroy the world then there’s that guy called Morlan that’s supposed to try and stop me from saving it. Talk about teenage-life crisis!
“Hurry up Tess! We ate everything yesterday so we’re going out to that Breaky Burrito place in town. Get ready!” mum bellowed from the living room.
Pulling on some skinny jeans, a white shirt, my red, orange superman jumper and a pair of new white Nikes (yep I look pretty spiffy) I bounce downstairs, feeling weirdly cheerful for some unknown reason. Maybe it’s the Nutella I had last night since it’s not like I have much to be even mildly happy about anyway.
“Come on! Come on! Come on! Come on!” I say hyperactively.
“Ok get in the car.”
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