Epilogue.

One month later.

I was sat in my history lesson at a desk next to the window. I was daydreaming whilst our teacher was talking – we were learning about the early Stuarts. I was finding it boring though, not the subject just the way we were learning it. I bet Riley could have told me some stories about the past. I was playing with the chain of the locket that had remained around my neck since the night that I had found it. Rubbing my thumb and forefinger over the chain back and forth.

One month had passed since that night. My mum and me had finally let each other go. The police found Harold and Geoffrey two days later after I described where their house was (I’d explained that I had managed to escape and I had made my way home, only to find I could go no further than my friends house, which was conveniently on the way.) They were safely locked up in prison. I didn’t feel guilty after everything they’d done they deserved it. I told my story to the police (Well a story.) a version ended up in the local newspaper as revealing the end to the story that had started with a missing girl. Thankfully the public’s fascination with me had died down dramatically, after the first two weeks had passed. However I still got an odd look in the street every now and again.

Me? I missed my strength and keen senses, and to be able to fly! Plus the adventure that I could be having for the rest of my life, but there was still plenty of time for that! Yet I loved my family and friends more. I have to admit I’ve had one side effect, which is the ability to stay up all night and not wanting to get up in the morning. Even now I found it difficult.

Things were starting to settle down again though, which I was glad of.

“Elizabeth?” I snapped out of my daydream our teacher Mrs Jones had asked me a question. Of course I had no idea what the answer was or even what the question had been. I hastily shoved my locket down the front of my top, hiding it from view whilst I started to go through my memory of previous lessons, for a possible answer. What topic were we on? Religion? No we hadn’t started that yet.

I was saved though when our head of year walked through the door. Followed by two boys about the same age as us, I gasped - I knew them.

“Sorry to interrupt Mrs Jones but we have two new students their names are Riley Sparrow, and Deacon Hunter.” I smiled delighted, then the smile disappeared through worry, a pang of guilt threatened to erupt inside me. Riley returned my smile and I wondered if he even remembered anything that had happened especially me. It was strange how I had never known his surname before. Riley Sparrow. I could get used to it.

Deacon saw me and I was sure that I saw a brief flicker of sorrow in his eyes. He hadn’t returned my smile but there was a chance that he hadn’t even seen it.

Riley was wearing pale jeans, with a plain black top making him look handsome and mysterious, his outfit was complete with the latest trend in trainers. Deacon was wearing different style jeans that were a shade darker than Riley’s he wore a green top with a logo I didn’t recognise. The colour brought out the green in his eyes and for a split second my heart melted. Oh god. No please no. I still don’t have feelings for him do I? I chose Riley for god sake! I quickly buried my feelings deep down, forgetting about them.

That’s when I looked down at my own poor excuse of an outfit. I was wearing old jeans that I’d worn the day before. My top was a year old and faded. I had literally just thrown on the first thing I found on my bedroom floor this morning, and somehow I still ended up arriving late. Note to self: force myself to go to sleep on a night so I can wake up at a decent hour in order to have time to wake up and have time to work on my appearance. In fact while I’m at it: buy new clothes and throw out any that I’ve had longer than a year.

“Sit down Riley, you’ll have to catch up on notes from someone, how about Sarah?” and she pointed to Sarah with her perfect long blonde hair. I hated the fact that she looked in a flirtatious mood, and the small fact that her eyes had glowed when our teacher had suggested her. Riley sat down next to her and our teacher continued, “Deacon why don’t you pair up with Lizzie,” she motioned to me and I nearly died. My heart literally skipped a beat. Seeing the new students settling in our head of year left closing the door behind her. Deacon sat down to the left of me.

“Hi I’m Deacon,” he smiled. I forced a smile utterly confused. Was he playing along or did he really not know who I was?

“Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Lizzie.”

“Nice to meet you,” Oh god he was acting so sweet. Oh no don’t start again, I told myself. I pushed my notes towards him and he started to copy them. I risked a quick glance at Riley who was happily chatting to Sarah. Mrs Jones coughed to get silence and she repeated her question to me. I managed to come up with an adequate answer and she continued with her lesson.

One thing I had notice different about Riley was that his blue eyes were bottomless no more. They now resembled his mothers and Sebastian’s. I hoped I would see them again.

Something told me that a new adventure was about to begin, and I smiled to myself.

Deacon poked me in my left arm and motioned towards a word that he couldn’t understand from my notes. I had to admit I wasn’t the greatest speller in the world. I whispered what it was and he gratefully smiled.

A shiver went down my spine. My feelings were making their way back to the surface. I kept telling my self that I had chosen Riley. But a pain inside me knew better. What if I hadn’t chosen at all? What if I had changed my mind? What if I had made the wrong decision? There were way to many ifs floating around my head.

I had made the right decision though.

Hadn’t I?