A Writers Corner

Epilogue

It was a hot autumn?s day, and the temperatures were impossible. It was one of those days where one cannot go outside because of the heat, and it was true, most cities were apparently deserted. The weather forecast had said it would be ?hot? but they hadn?t said how hot it would be. A light breeze would appear every now and then, cooling the streets and relieving the few who were outside. However, from high above, in a twenty metre long plane, such conditions were unnoticeable, and the passengers were having a fine time.

?Are we there yet?? asked Marcus from the window ?I can see houses? he peered down, his curly brown hair swinging forwards into his eyes.

?Don?t be so impatient!? Edwin called from the other side of the isle ?We?ll get there soon enough!?

Cambria didn?t pay attention to their conversation; her eyes were concentrated on the book she was reading.

?I can?t wait to see our new house, what about you, Cam?? Marcus stated.

Cambria nodded, faintly, uttering no sound but a slight humming, as if saying yes. She was reading a very interesting book, and she was nearly done with it. She was at a very interesting part indeed. The only sadness that she got when finishing a book was the fact that she had nothing to read, and so she couldn?t wait to visit the school library and check out some new books. In Vienna, where they had lived last year, she had had nearly no friends, and she had spent all her free time among the dusty bookcases. There had been a certain comfort to the school library. It was not quite big, with one little room when you entered, and then two other little rooms. It was adorned with many pictures that the smaller kids had made in class. She wondered what her new school in Munich would be like. She had visited it with her parents, but they had just seen the campus and the classrooms. No library.

?Cam! Listen to what I?m saying!? Marcus said, a little too loudly.

One of the disadvantages of having an eight year old brother was that they never understood it when you didn?t feel like playing or talking to them. They would just go on and on. Of course, it wasn?t easy being an eleven year old sister either, but a mix of both was truly terrifying.

?I?m reading Marcus, so please be quiet? Cambria said slowly, not taking her eyes off the page, ?OK??

As the seatbelt light switched on, the four of the Dixons buckled up. The plane started its slow descent towards Munich airport.

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