Chapter: Intro to the death
Death is but a part of life and the future for any living being.
A picture in the newspaper stood on headlines:
Washed up, ashore and covered in seaweed.... a girl's hands were tied with an old fisher's net and had been lifeless for two hours.
Her name and details pointed to a personal vendetta at a school called Martha School for girls.
It was a miracle that the jagged rocks amongst the sea did not damage anything on her body. Did that mean she drowned closer to her death point.
Examination of her body showed she had drowned, along with an old book in her possession.
The book was in good condition, due to it being wrapped in a plastic shopping bag. A local shop a few miles away....
This book in question had to be vital to any clues to her passing on.
Clara Malka was her name...
CHAPTER START
Claire stared out the third floor airport window. Cupping her hands into a cross around her shoulders. The the wind managed to get through a gap. She and I had been dropped off at the airport earlier that day.
In the very exuberant red themed restaurant, sheer joy was over most of the arrivals. As unhappy as my sister no one else was giving a hollow look, like she was giving her plate of food, that has been standing in front of her for more than an hour.
I could see her gaze went to an assortment of airplanes all standing in one row, a few distance away. The ticket in my grasp was for 3pm. Been sitting at the airport sine 8am.
Even though the planes were parked outside. Around the aircraft was a large construction adjacent to each plane. From the looks of it, it was passageways. We have been going back and forth from school to school. So, we knew these ramps were made rubber and a metal alloy.
Looking at my sister’s hand, which stirred the spoon in the empty coffee cup. Clanging on the sides. A sudden soft touch to bring her back into reality on her hand and her bubble burst. I asked, "Claire, are you ok?"
"I am not ok...." dropping the smile, I noticed that the thought of flying and thinking of how she will be leaving everything behind might be bothering both of us.
"How are we supposed to live in a city we don't know!" Claire tore pieces of bread on her plate... "They are not even here to see us off... the stepfather is the worst."
"You know he is a police officer. So, don't be negative! " I pointed at Claire with a travelling book adorned with the words “Landmarks of South Africa, words and all you need to know”.
"That is no excuse!" she tossed the bread on the plate and started prodding it with disgust.
"They say this place has a southern tip... I can not wait to explore on vacation days." I broke the silence
My sister replied with a grunt, "You know that won't happen, Annah! We're stuck in a hostel and a school with no friends." relaxing her shoulders, "Why would our parents send us half way around a world at the age of 16 years old?
"I'm 15... but I understand... " I took the book filled with markers in my hand, "at the least we get to see a piece of the world, before he gets rid of us."
"Great..."Claire sighs and pushes her back to the cushion behind her.
I propped my bag up and blurted out loudly, “It is time to go Clair, or you going to let us miss the plane like you did the last 3 times.
“I was in a super miserable cycle of my life Annah!”
“Now lets go, sad panda.”
Chapter 1: Entering a new state
From the corner of my eye the taxi man had been chewing on a piece of jerky for the past several hours, driving on the left side of the road.
The other side of the world, in South Africa didn’t make much noise, except when honking at the bad driving and passing by angrily waving their hands asif it made sense in some way.
Claire had been asleep most of the day, however she was waking up from the taxi driver finally spit the wad out. Flinching I stayed my sisters voice by touching her hand again, having no information on the guy who was driving us.
All we knew was the school we were going to….
Turning a corner through an arch with the word: Martha School. The place looked presentable from what I could see in the darkness. An incline led to the parking area, a large area split into four sections and three buildings.
The taxi driver replied into the intercom: “No 9. Mam!”.
As a light in the distance flickered on, I could see shadows flapping around the windows. As they started opening the windows I noticed more lights going on.
Until a lady carrying a flashlight and an oil lamp in the other, came waddling out of a very small bungalow. All the windows lights went out.
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Clair dragged her bag out of the car. I however had been holding my head from the light that was shining from the flash light. A sharp tinge ran through my head. A pain from the distance we have traveled.
The lady introduced herself, Wide grin which that had a loose tooth as she spoke, “I am Niora Nuwenhuizen, we have your rooms ready.”
“Rooms?” Clair wondered. “But….”
“Since you two are different in age, we do not often put ages, friends or sisters in the same hostel.” She, Niora took hold of my hand, since I kept glancing away from the light and was staring at the buildings windows at close by.
“Those are the last year class hostel.” She breathed a choking cough, “errrhem!.... Follow me you two. By the way. What are your full names?”
“Claire Fallstaff ,” Claire Blurted out, “What hostels will we be?”
“I’m Annah Fallstaff and this is my older sister Claire”
“Ah to be young….” Letting another wrenching cough loose. She led us to another lady standing with a blanket wrapped around her.
“Ah Niora, that must be Clarina, I’m Agatha.” She took hold of my sister’s hand and led her inside. When I tried moving after Claire, Niora grabbed my hand and said, “You live in the second hostel. Follow me.”
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