Chapter 2 – 

Alaya stared at Aisha, her radiant emerald eyes glistening like the stars. Her albino fur lurched in the harsh winds. Aisha noticed her honed crescent-like claws, and her whiskers seething , sensing danger. Her ears began to twitch, her nose sensed precariously.

To her amazement, she found an old packet of crisp that was concealed with a stapler. She yawned revealing her alabaster teeth, as pointy as a barbed fence. She approached Aisha, sniffing her hand, as she coiled into a fur-ball.

“She cleary likes you very much,” said Mr Hadfield, the fox disappeared into the bushes, faster than a blink of an eye. While they began their journey back to the village, a bold wind progressed against the land in Loveland Acres. Aisha felt something, something watching her. She glanced in the bushes, as she adored sage eyes in the Oak wood trees. 

“ She’ll be watching you, but don’t worry she has a soft spot for you,” Mr hadfield chattered. “I found her curled up in that exact bush lost as a miniature cub. Someone must have let her loose during the war. From then on, I came here everyday to nurture her . She’s grown so fast! But you must keep this secret — if anyone saw her they would kill her.”

That night Aisha was lying down in her bed. She dreamed of Alaya. How she was so comfortable around her. When she licked her hand, Aisha trembled in fear. She may be dangerous but not to Aisha. 

A week later, Aisha and Alaya began to grow a strong bond. Night after night, she would go to Alaya bring her oddments of food. At school her friends had taught her how to pick ripe raspberries from the trees. She would snatch them from the bushes and supply some for Alaya, her companion.

Time had gradually progressed. From then on, Alaya would pounce onto Aisha in a friendly way, she nudged her legs and scavenged for food in her pockets. Mr Hadfield could hear Aisha chuckling while playing with Alaya.

Through the summer she adored how the fox would comfort her. Their secret bound them together. Aisha wouldn’t  let anyone touch Alaya, nor would she let them do anything to her.

CHAPTER 1

Aisha did not want to leave home. She missed the chattering of people on the roads, the tumultuous noises of the frustrated car drivers and most importantly the dismal walls frowned at her, and the forlorn atmosphere was gloomy and unwelcoming. The room was used as a storage place .

Her first day of school was absolutely loathsome. Her teacher Mr Hadfield found out that her writing was horrible and she could not read. She was dyslexic which meant she struggled reading. None of the teachers wanted anything to do with her. All day she sat in the corner of the classroom, she kept her head down and avoided eye contact with anyone.

Weeks passed and Aisha was beginning to settle in her new home. Although school was dreadful, at home she helped Mr hadfield clean the garden. Not so soon, Spring arrived and Aisha was jaw-dropped by the countryside. The vibrant flowers were growing all over the place, the vegetables thrived through time as the pity kiss of Spring opened her heart. Every day before dark, she would water the crops and plant more and more flowers.

Everything seemed to be fine but she noticed one thing every night as she stared at the verdant field, Mr Hadfield would get a lantern and fade into the woods. Aisha wondered. What was she doing, and why?

One evening, a fire ball was stuck in her gut but she finally built up the courage to ask him what mischievous acts he could be up to. THe sun disappeared as the moon took the spotlight. Aisha decided to follow him, her heart was beating as the throbbing moon glistened they slowly walked into Loveland Acres . The tress surrounded them, shadows flickered and eerie sound floated all around the place.

Aisha held her breath as Mr Hadfield whistled and there from the darkness appeared two luminous, emerald eyes. Aisha blurted something and tried to run away as far as she could. “What are you doing here!!” 

Aisha gulped as she explained herself.

An enormous creature revealed its self,Aisha ran her hand through its albino fur as its muscular body stood over there.

“ Meet Alaya,” Mr Hadfield whispered.

“Shes an arctic fox I found her whimpering as a cub , alone in the dark.”

The fox glazed at Aisha she slowly approached hip and rubbed her head on AIsha. Aisha was stood frozen stiller than a statue , sweat dripped down her forehead and she couldn’t feel her pulse. What should she do?

Dear Ma,

Thank you for the gas mask you gave me, the second we left fog boundered the whole area. At long last, we finally arrived at Cambridge, unlike Bristol it is very placid and tranquil, with verdant hills and roses blossoming in the fields.

As we arrived, there was a huge crowd of parents waiting to choose from us. It was like we were at a market and the shoppers picked only the finest fruits. Time passed and slowly the children descended rapidly and I was the only one left. I gulped as the last family arrived, maybe it was because of my ripped shoes and my ragged clothes or that ghastly stench following me. I’m staying with a sweet old lady called Mrs Smith. As soon as we entered the house she changed me into some nice clothes and told me to wash myself outside in the rain. As I entered, there was sweet treats and a nice warm cup of hot cocoa on the table.

She showed me to my room on the top floor with a wonderful view of the farm.

During the night I hear the birds crowing, the winds passing by and the sound of  the rain droplets splashing down onto the deck. In the morning me and Mrs Smith go down to the farm and feed Zoe, her pet chicken. We also water and pick fruits for our lunch. It’s very quite around hear it would be rare to see cars and crowds of people, if you pause and listen you can hear the  luscious trees rustling in the country. I miss you and papa and I pray for you every night.

Mrs Smith dropped me off to a small school that was just up the road and I always keep my gas mask as you said to me multiple times. My teachers say to me that I have a brilliant mind and that my knowledge is exquisite.Today we had lunch outside, Mrs smith packed me some fish fingers. Me and my friends often trade lunches but you wouldn’t believe what some of them eat, Raw onion!! I know right, I tried a bite but as soon a it made contact with my mouth I spat it out in an instance!

I have made many friends and they enjoy talking to me. They have also taught me how to make a gas mask incase mine gets damaged. At playtime we play charades and blind man’s buff and the boys play tag and hide and seek.

I think about you and papa every day. I hope you’re ok please write to me as soon as possible.

Love,

Beatrice .

Frustration

My frustration is made from-

The anger of the old man on meditation lane ,

The rage of the iniquity cat trying to chase the troublesome laser,

The blazing hot road chuckling at you

As your feet melt faster than a blink of an eye , whale smoke avenges into the winter sky and the touch of summers pity kiss [lants a droplet of sorrow into your heart

I found it-

Hidden, shoved and ignored in the shallow corners of the room,

Creased up upon the side of the road

Incarcerated in a crate trying to be free,

Where the boorishness of people are messenger performing and committing the evilness of beelzebub himself.

This frustration cam-

Pry through The Great Wall of China,

Tear apart the boundary of

he earths crust,

Until all is left is a useless cup of 

Grains.

If i lost this secret-

Even the ignorant emotion of wickedness

 would feel a small part of hardship glowing in its heart

 as it suddenly perishes in a click.

                                                          Chapter 4

Aisha sat on a bean bag as her eyes slowly began to close. She whimpered as  she dreamt of her brother talking to her. She tried to come closer but each step she took he slowly faded away.

A few minutes later, she woke up in the barn, the sun shone on her and the birds tweeted cheerfully. Fatima was still snoring her head off, but Fariah was up and active making a lovely breakfast. “ Come on up you get,” she encouraged, as she dragged Fatima out of her bed. “ We have to go and save Hannah before that little ugly musty , dusty, crusty rat-!” “Fariah!” shouted Aisha, “ let’s try not to be a bit too eerie about it, we will save Hannah just try to be a bit more relaxed ” Fariah ignored her. “ Fine but hurry up we have to get it back, it’s not his .” 

Half asleep, Fatima drowsily said “hey what was that for , I was having a wonderful dream about chocolate mmmmm ice -cream mmmm an-,”

“ Fatima? Snap out of it, let go!” “Ughh fine !” she groaned.

Fatima, Aisha and Fariah hopped on to a small cart and travelled to the airport, where they hoped to find that little scoundrel. As they arrived there was a small box that said – DO NOT TOUCH – “OOH let’s open it “ suggested Fariah. As Fatima opened the box another note fell. “I MEAN IT DON’T CONTINUE!” Fatima was about to foolishly open it but as she reached into it again, Professor Snake spotted them. Aisha quickly gripped onto the box and hid it in the cart . They could hear the insulting words that wouldn’t stop “ I’ll get you next time!”

 “ Hehehehe there won’t be another next time you wretch,” giggled Fatima.

When they arrived, they spotted Hannah sobbing, tied up to a door. “Aisha!!” she exclaimed. Hannah held open the door. “ We’ll  soon be far away from him and never ever again will you have to worry about anything about him.” They hurried into the cart. Patches of roses began to blossom , the sun grew brighter and smiled at them and the verdant fields stood out . Soon they were all a happy family once again. AIsha was delighted to have reunited with Hannah, Fariah nestled in her cage. The trees lost their cheery, green glow, as the leaves fell to the ground, and welcomed the winter cold.

Fatima sat silently on an old log in the basement, while Aisha was trying her best to find a way out . She checked if any of the doors were unlocked, but unfortunately all of them were shut and wouldn’t budge a bit .An idea struck Fariah; she remembered a few years ago that they had a secret key somewhere incase of a situation like this. A few minutes later,  the three of them were in search of the key to unleash them out. “I- I think I found it!” exclaimed Fatima. 

She handed it to Fariah, but it was just a plastic replica. “We should probably just leave it. I mean, this basement is massive, it could be anywhere.” 

Just as Fatima was complaining,  Aisha picked up a metallic key. “I think  I found it!” Aisha merrily said . 

As the sun and the moon parted, the basement became cold, gloomy and miserable. Inside, the dismal walls scowled and the shadows stretched across the floor. Outside, the stars sparkled and the moon took the spotlight and shone across Snapes Manor. Suddenly, Fariah burst out with excitement. She had unlocked the door! Before they left, Aisha got her pendant and positioned it in Fariah’s left leg.

They quietly tip-toed through the door and into the illuminated garden. Fariah led the way as Aisha and Fatima followed her curiously. “We have arrived at our destination,” Fariah said proudly. 

It was an old barn located far, far away from human life. Fariah got a match and started a small fire. While they were there, Aisha explained everything that happened without missing a single bit. They were free for now, but this story has only started. Where was the pendant?  And what was the meaning behind the vault? Do you think they are safe?

Kate Slyther quietly tip-toes away from the Angels Academy of Slither , gripping onto an envelope which held some miserable news : her closest friend Mikayla had mysteriously disappeared just a few days ago . Her last ambiguous words “remember, make sure you find the key,” kept replaying in her mind like a radio , leaving Kate in a dreadful state.

After she zoomed through the grand library and through the computing lab, she gradually slowed down her pace and sat on a bench in Mikayla’s favorite park. She was relieved to have connected with her empowered eagle . Although he had experienced a violent attack, Kate poked him with the middle of her palatinate pendant, restoring his health and reviving his minor scratches and wounds.

Later on, Kate and Draco explored McGonnall’s Guatana in search of her cousin’s  precious pendant.

The majestic jewel , covered in ancient african patterns with vibrant colors splattered across it, once hung beneath her neck providing her comfortness and confidence.To Kate this is much more than just an ordinary pendant ; it holds a strong connection to her cousin giving her boldness and reminding of the life she lost . Kate wonders if she should give up, but Draco encourages her believing that this pendant may hold the secrets to her best friend’s sudden disappearance.

Touched by Dracos explanation, Kate has no time to waste. “ Time is extremely precious “ called Draco , as they plotted to have a look at Piccadillys Road hoping that the pendant doesn’t wind up in the wrong hands.

It is upsetting to imagine that our island is slowly fading away minute by minute.We have acknowledged that the island is facing a menacing threat, and if we do not get help, things could get bad. Really bad. Are you bold enough and courageous enough to step in and save the day?

The blessed Butterscotch Camellia is a rare medicine that only grows on this specific island , as it needs the correct climate, care and it has adapted to this place. This is a life-changing medicine as it has saved dozens of lives and can heal any type of illness.This fruit also sustains a well-nourished diet for everyone  in this community. Moreover , this plant has been sentenced to extinction as many interlopers have tried to harm this plant over and over again . For these reasons the innocent citizens have been lacking in their health and care. In other words this means that this island may not be suitable for the people anymore.

Furthermore , the forest of the Mulberry trees has been cut down by illegal miners. They have caused many disastrous situations . For example they use this wood to form a prohibited oil – well known as the Canola oil.This oil is then poured into our trees to soften them , which then make it easier to collect bits . These samples of wood cost a fortune which then are sold to other planets . Leaving these thieves with a wealthy lifestyle. Trespassers have also damaged our soil which makes it hard to grow the Butterscotch Camellia.

In addition , Kauai Island is facing extreme pollution . Many tourists have visited this beautiful island and left it in a mess. Because of this , our sea animals are dying day by day and plastics are getting caught up in their throats. This island was once a gorgeous, lovely place but now I can say otherwise.

Homes and shelters are being destroyed , our emerald lake is turning into a ghastly swamp and our island that was once a paradise is no longer anymore. It is not acceptable and it is very important that we all stick together to save our island. WE urge you to stand for our rights and the island’s rights.  Make this place a wonderland again. Don’t hesitate to call our campaign , call our line or press the link and volunteer – you can see the details below

http/SAVEISLANDSFREEDOMcampains

0747 7463 9823

www.@kauislands.com

 Butterscotch Camellias.

Butterscotch Camellias flourish

Like Roots rising from

The earth’s crust, splitting

The luscious,green herbs into half.

They are equipped with the finest

Cellulose you could possibly find.

Their abundant fruits glimmer with a radiant smile

Leaving everyone blushing.

Leaves dangle,

Like frosted icicles dangling from the roof’s hut.

The vivid antlers ,

Taller than an elephant and stiller than 

A statue,

Immobile to the world.

Vines are sharper than a needle 

And slimmer than a twig with bits of moss

Surrounding its surface.