Narrative Writing

 This week in T2 ,we had to watch a video and then base our narrative around the video 

This is my narrative:

“Hello young lady, the library is about to close, unless you have anything you might want to rent, please escort yourself out”, the librarian stood tall with a strickening figure and pulled face. Isyla stared at her up and down, she did not have the money to rent the book, so she had to make a run for it. “Young lady, please if you need assistance to escort you-”. “ I found a book that I might like, it’s round the back I’ll be right  back, then I’ll be out and  on my way”. Isyla hurried  behind the 20 ft bookshelf, she stuffed the book in a  ragged bag and walked around the back, it was then she bolted and ran straight to the misty glass door. “Hello,Hello…?” The librarian had suspicion in her voice, Isyla could hear her footsteps walking round to the back of the shelf, “ You dirty little..”. She had already slipped out,she draped her scarf over her shoulders and tucked her hair into her beanie she was now jogging across the endless grey pavement . She heard the clip clop of the librarian trying to chase after her, the  back door open and  in an enraged voice, she could hear the stern librarian shout “ I’ll be sure to call the catchers on you, you little scoundrel !”. 

Who cares what an old wrinkled faced librarian is gonna do, Isyla whispered under her breath. She had to get away, it was not safe at this time, she never had a watch, but when the library closed everyone else seemed to flee, so she did as well. The air was stale and reeked of pollution as always, but she got the smell of something else lingering , a metallic scent of friction, wheels against a track. The railway was nearby, if she walked there maybe she could hitch a ride, before anything happens. Isyla plugged her earpods into her MP3 player,  it was a surprise it, they both hadn’t been broken or died out, it was passed down to her family ever since the year 2013. She looked around at the empty grey sky with dangling stars shaped lights, it was a surreal world never imagined to come to life, floating cities, unknown people controlling the fate of leaving this horrible planet, animals that seemed to change, so much it was impossible to tell if they  were truly part of the nature that no longer existed, and worst of all the  hierarchy of people determined by the amount of money in their bank. It was the only world she knew, as much as she longed to get out, it wasn’t that easy. She took out the book and stared at it, the title was a Tree of Coins, it was filled with rich families when the separation took place, these were Arkilontins ancestors, this was her only chance if she can somehow prove to whoever that she is part of a rich family, she’ll lead a life that many dream of.

As she reached the station it started to snow, a child stuck out his tongue waiting for a snowflake to land on his palate, his mother gave him a slight slap, everyone knew something was wrong with the snow, there was so much pollution and change in the climate that it was impossible for it to even snow, no-one knew exactly what it was, but it looked like snow, so and it was of the few things that stayed normal. Isyla stared out on the platform full of blank faces, it looked like a murder scene before the crime. She saw a flicker of light in the corner of her eye, she looked down and saw her stone star had a light glow, but then died out, it must be broken she thought no-one here is someone she has seen before, the last time it glowed when she was given to her and when she stood with her mother and father, after the shooting, when she was five it instantly stopped. She felt a lump in her throat preventing tears coming to her eyes, she looked down, and shuffled her feet as her silky long hair brushed against  her cheek as if it were the ribbons of a kite, she look straight ahead and let the watery feeling retreat, she did not have time for this and she will get a better life and be happier, soon.She heard the puff of smoke and soft screeching of the shuttle coming to a halt.

The mysterious hooded men and women stepped on the train and let their tickets be bit into by the hole puncher as they walked steadily to their seats. Isyla did not have a ticket, she swiped one from a woman who loosely put it in her coat, she quickly let punch take a number of and then patted the woman on the shoulder “Sorry you’ve dropped this”, she said with a fake innocent smile. The woman turned around, Isyla could not help but stare in horror, the woman's dark circles extended almost to the corner of lips, there was no muscle, her lips almost completely outlined her teeth. Her skin stuck to her cheeks bones as if it;is slowly melting off. The woman snatched the ticket and said thank you with her grey pencil like eyes still on Isyla, it looked like the colour was drained from it and with it her happiness. Isyla looked away frightened that if she did not get out of this horrible planet she would end up emotionless. 

Isyla looked away and shuffled to her seat unsteadily, she slumped onto a seat, and stared out the tattered window, the mechanics of the old Watchtower were still spinning, it was useless like many other things, but nobody cared to take it down. While they were rolling up Factory Hill her eyelids felt heavy she  stared at the fluffy grey clouds, and the floating debris of the broken cities, her eyes gave up trying, she slid her hand onto the window frame, and felt her hot breath comfort her as she slowly drifted off to sleep. When she woke up she saw the last person get off at Lighthouse Creek, Isyla looked up at the display board of the next destination, it started typing out numbers then abruptly stopped, how odd. The shuttle-like train carried on for another hour, a twisted feeling started to grow the further they went, she hasn’t been this far away before. The train had also started to speed up as well, but she couldn’t see anything from fog that looked like clumps of cotton hiding a lurking shadow, a bright light shone straight ahead until she could see a desert like terrain with streaks of dirt and unusual scraps placed as if they were trees, were road robots, old mailboxes, and other odd things she’s never seen before.

Isyla ran to the front of the train to get a better view of this peculiar place, and where the railway track would lead too. The train was now going at an exceeding rate of speed, the ground was no longer smooth and even it turned into a bumpy track swerving left and right trying to stay on track. Isyla then remembered the rhyme everyone used to tell her, don’t go past Lighthouse creak, for trust us there is nothing there for you to seek, it boils with oil and at the end it might bring you a life of turmoil. It was a rhyme she hated and always played in her head. She knew where the track was headed, Oil Waterfall. There was an aggravating buzzing coming from the pressure meter, before it’s glass cracked and it completely broke down, the bells started to ring uncontrollably and before she knew it, she was flying off of the Waterfall, and into the turmoil that would soon uncover itself. Everything started to smudge into each other like a blurred painting, the train started to crack all over until it was torn apart limb by limb like a chicken for dinner. Isyla rolled herself into a sphere shape, she hoped that if she were to fall she would roll on the ground and the pain will be distributed all over her body, she then unravelled herself into opening her arms and flaring out like a parachute, there was a transitory brightness, it then started to take a mold of a figure. Isyla was surprised that she hadn’t fallen to her death, instead she lightly landed and stumbled a bit before getting her balance. She looked ahead and there lay the glowing figure. It seemed like a girl around her age, but she was different no-one from Earth had a gentle white glow, and no-one ever cried, because everyone had issues they did want. The curious looking girl stared up at Isyla with glossy vibrant white eyes and put her hand over the stone star, Isyla backed away in dismay. The girl stood up, to her full height, she was short and had a seemingly expensive dress on, in a croaky shivering voice she said “Hello my name is Melanie, I’m completely lost and I have no idea where I am, I’ve come with a group of other children from Arkilon, we were allowed to wonder, but I’ve gone to far, have you seen anyone that might seem similar to myself?”. Isyla finally realised why she had an odd glow, all people of Arkilon did. It did not matter though, this girl would be murdered or taken away by the catchers, many people would pay a fair price for someone from Arkilon. Isyla replied in an unfriendly tone “I’m sorry, but I’ve just fallen from a waterfall, I have no idea where your group of little light bulbs are, but there are a few things I know you’re in Oil Waterfall, and you better hide, it isn’t safe”. Melanie stared at this tall slim figure with spidery legs, she had a certain meanness in her voice, as well as a rugged type of accent. “Please help me find them, you seem to know where places are, and I’ll give you some money for helping me”. 

Isyla looked her up and down, she did not have time for a crybaby teenager who was lost, but she was from Arkilon and if she helped her maybe they’d take her to Arkilon on their way back in compensation for helping a useless rich princess who could not find her way on a dull lit road.” Fine, I’ll help you, but I do not want money. I care for something more valuable but no matter what, when I return you to your bright eyed friends you have to promise you’ll give it to me”. “ Oh thank you, so much umm.. I’m sorry I do not believe I’ve got your name?”. Isyla looked at her blankly with a mischievous grin. These Arkilontins were so gullible, “ No need for naming come, I sure there is a tunnel that will take us out of this..place”. Isyla walked slowly and then spotted a dark narrow hole quite a few feet away, “I found one, but we’ll have to walk for a while”. “ I do not mind” Melanie responded as if Isyla was asking. 

There was a slight uproarious sound growing louder above them, Isyla heard it before her head started to quake with fear, it was the catchers if they made it to the tunnel before they shone the light on them they wouldn't be spotted. “Quick run, towards the tunnel as fast as you can '' Isyla shouted, Melanie started running after Isyla utterly confused as to why they were. The sound was so close that it was ear-piercing it meant they were right over head, a blue luminescent light shone onto the gravel pavement and a silhouette figure climbed done from a rope that seemed to be tied to one of the foggy clouds, the figure started to chase after the light which Melanie was starting to emit more clearly. “ Run Melanie!” screamed Isyla, they were just about two houses away from the entrance of the tunnel, Isyla ran ahead of Melanie not stopping to look back, she could only hear the extreme revolting shrill. Isyla finally made it to the tunnel she was about 3 meters in. “ We made it Melanie!” Isyla said expecting to hear the pretty prim proper voice of the bright girl questioning her as to why they were running, but nothing came. “Melanie..?” ,“Come on this is not Arkilon we do not play hide and seek here especially not at this age”.  Just then a horrific scream came from the other end as well as a flicker of light. A billion questions ran through Isyla’s mind.Was that Melanie’s scream?, Had that alien like figure caught her and if so what had happened?. Isyla knew she could not go after no-one came back from the catchers.