Draft three
The Other Side of Morning
Erin Fogg
Spring 2000
The girl sits, listens and waits. She waits for morning to come. She listens to the birds chirping in the trees, if only she was as happy as they are. As she looks around her bare room she notices her reflection in the mirror. Her pale scrawny face stares back. She turns her head.
Her room is empty.
After weeks of packing the day has finally come when she is leaving it all behind. Tiptoeing to the bathroom she notices her mother and father, already awake, and preparing for what lay ahead. She stops tiptoeing. Trudging back to her room her eyes rest on the last of her possessions left in the stark emptiness. She is overwhelmed. Knowing she has no choice she gently picks up the last of her belongings, her netball trophies, and carefully wraps them up. The masterpiece that once stood there so proudly, gone.
A cheerful voice travels up down the hall.
“Are you ready?”
“We haven’t got all day!”
She closes her eyes and tried to block out her parent’s obvious joy.
“It’s their fault!” She screams inside.
Her mind drifts to the reality of the day.
Little time has passed and the girl wakes under a new roof. The house is bare. The furniture has yet to arrive. Travelling so many miles from where they came from.
She unpacks her trophies and proudly lines them along the immaculate floor, polishing them carefully as she places them down, the only thing of hers in the vast space of her room.
The smell of pancakes wafts up the stairs. Her parents are awake.
“It’s time to get up!” Her mother chimes.
Drowsily the girl attends her chores. She has been restless that night. Her thoughts lay on the hell that lay ahead.
Brushing her teeth she notices all the signs of a new house: the smell, the furnishings, and the stifled cleanliness.
As she leaves the house the emptiness engulfs her. She is alone.
Summer 2000
Morning has come. The sun refuses to rise. It is too early. The girl wakes and slips into her new clothes and rushes down to breakfast. The stiffness in her new jeans annoys her.
Bribery.
Scoffing down her food she gives her mum a gritted grin before escaping out the door; her mum doesn’t notice her forced smile. The girl walks alone. She is still trying to grasp the idea that she is in a totally different country thousands of miles away. She doesn’t belong.
Arriving at her new school she takes her first look of her new life. The school is packed; like ants swarming a honey spill. Opening the door she faces the vast hallway lined with rows upon rows of lockers reaching from the ceiling to the floor. The girl checks her notes. She looks for room 104.
Entering the classroom she takes a seat. She doesn’t know anyone. Unfamiliar faces chat amongst themselves completely ignoring the girl as she sits and waits.
The girl wants more than anything to turn back. She wants to go back to the life she knew. To laugh, to play to feel…
At lunch the girl is confronted by a group of jocks.
“This is our table.” They jeer.
“But…b...” the girl stutters.
“Get lost!”
Feeling small and insignificant she grasps her belongings. She has no where to go. Finding the bathroom she sits.
She cries.
As the tears roll down her cheeks, lips trembling, she is afraid that she will feel that way forever.
Autumn 2000
The sun shone brightly. The girl woke happily. She remembers her grandmother’s favourite saying and smiles, she is right.
‘Time heals all wounds’
Her room is full. Straightening the objects in her room she feels at home. She has found her feet, at last. She no longer thinks of home as some place far away. It is here.
Meeting her first friend was easy. She didn’t realise how naturally it would come to her. It happened all of a sudden. It had occured that first day. She was sitting at her desk when the girl felt a tap on her shoulder.
“I saw what those boys did at lunch, ignore them, they are jerks!”
The girl smiled shyly.
“Hi, I’m Danielle” The girl behind her says.
“I’m… I’m…. not from here." The girl mutters. "I’m Erin.”
As soon as the Erin had spokenquestions came flooding in. Word spread. Erin found herself surrounded. All she had to do was talk and everyone came rushing to meet her.
That morning as Erin is putting on her jacket she notices her friend, out the window, waving frantically. She smiles.
Winter 2002
Two years pass.
The girl wakes with a sense of dread.
As she watches the snow flakes falling from the sky and melting as soon as they touch the ground her mind drifts back to just one month ago.
How happy she was then. She had just been selected to represent the school, with her best friend, in the national spelling bee competition; it was to take place in two months. It was all the way in Washington D.C.
The girl declined.
The girl snapped back to the present. She had not been looking forward to this day, but it had come anyway. She gritted her teeth as her world began turning upside down, again.
Having left her trophies till last the girl reluctantly has to pack them away. They had hardly gathered dust before she was returning them to the box.
Day breaks, but the girl stays in bed. A month has passed since her return and yet the girl cannot find it in her to accept her previous life.
The trophies remain in the box.
The girl doesn’t enjoy the games she used to play. Netball has lost its shine. She feels rejection as her friends push her away. They don’t understand. She realises that there is no escape. She cannot go back.
Spring 2003
Every morning the girl wakes to find a new day dawning. She looks into the mirror. Her face is no longer pale and scrawny. She has filled out.
Life keeps going on, and this time the girl is prepared to follow it. She finds that no matter where she is that she will find her way. With each set of reestablishments she grows a little and realises that although she has left a part behind, good things will fill the hole.
Time changes, life moves on, so does the girl.
Basketball trophies replace the netball trophies.
She can do it.
Soon life will become complex again, but in the meantime the girl sits, listens and waits,
Time heals all wounds