By Rainbow Jellybean
Dedication and Special Thanks
I dedicate this book to my friend: Jessica Agnello, to whom it goes as a birthday present.
Special thanks to Dad; for helping me find the right word for things, and for help with spelling when Spell Check wouldn't do it.
To Mum; for help with spelling also, and plot advice.
To my annoying brother Andrew; for being happy all the time, and making me smile.
To my pen-pal and very good friend: Annie-Jo Vogler, for giving me the inspiration to keep writing.
To my editor, and friend who is so close she is almost a sister: Heidi Stephenson. For reasons I'm sure she'll understand.
And last but definitely not least, to God, for guiding me and looking after me all of my very short life.
Elizabeth hitched her dance bag on her shoulder, she let the studio door swing shut, the day had been long, but worth it. Elizabeth loves dancing; she has ever since she started, when she was four. She was thinking about the steps she had just learnt, and was totally absorbed, until she looked up and saw Rhiannon walking down the footpath.
"Why hello, Elizabeth," she said, "I haven't seen you in a while."
"I haven't been well," Elizabeth's bag swapped shoulders, "What about you?"
"I haven't been well either," Rhiannon took off her headband, "are you free sometime this next week? I was thinking perhaps you could come to tea."
"Of course, I'd be delighted."
"That's settled then," Rhiannon's headband went back in its rightful place, "maybe we could have a really special tea, you see, it's my birthday."
"Oh! Really? When?" Elizabeth's bag slipped down to her elbow, "I'll have to get you a present."
"No, you really needn't, I mean, you don't have to...feel obliged, you know, it's not like it's a big thing."
"But it's your birthday!"
"I don't care I'm still going to get you a present." Elizabeth crossed her arms, "I count you as a friend, I couldn't not give you a present."
"Well, if you really want to, then, I 'spose it'll be alright."
"Hmm, what kinds of things do you like best?"
"Oh, everything, I am really hard to buy for, that's why I said..."
"Never mind," Elizabeth's hand flicked like she was swiping something away, "I'll find something, anyway I have to go, and Granny's probably worried."
"Alright, see you."
"Oh! One last thing, Rhiannon, When is the party?"
"Uhh..." Rhiannon tilted her head to the side, "I'm not sure yet, I'll call you,"
"Okay, and also, how old are you turning?"
"Twelve." Rhiannon glanced at her watch, "I've got to go, that's my bus,"
"Alright, see you soon!"
"Goodbye!" Rhiannon crossed the road to where a bus was waiting, when she got there she turned and waved, and then hopped inside the bus.
Elizabeth resumed walking home, she remembered how she had met Rhiannon, in the ice-cream parlour, when they were nine, Elizabeth had just moved to Lillie-Pillie, to live with her Grandparents, while her parents sorted out the family issues. They'd never come back, She hadn't heard from them, she hadn't even heard from her other brothers and sisters. Elizabeth had been lonely and bored, so her granny had given her some money to go buy ice-creams. Rhiannon's mum owns the ice-cream parlour, so naturally Rhiannon was helping out, setting tables, running errands, she had just moved too.
Elizabeth entered the ice-cream parlour, and Rhiannon was there, sitting in a corner, looking bored, Elizabeth went up to the counter and ordered her ice-cream, then she went and sat at the table next to Rhiannon,
Elizabeth asked, "Would you like something?"
Rhiannon shook her head "no thank you, I've already eaten mine."
Elizabeth looked down at her ice-cream, "these are really nice ice-creams,"
"I know, I help to make them."
"Really?" Elizabeth looked at Rhiannon,
"Yeah, my mum owns this place."
"That's cool, I don't even know what my mum does." Elizabeth looked back down at her ice-cream,
"How come?" Rhiannon looked curious,
"She lost her job, and I haven't seen her since then, I don't know if she's got a new one yet." There was a short silence, it was Rhiannon who broke it,
She said, "What does your dad do? Mine works at the petrol station down the road, he helps fill up cars."
"My dad was working at a costume company last time I saw him."
"When did you last see him?"
"When I last saw my mum." Another silence settled over them, this time Elizabeth broke it,
"I haven't told you my name yet, and you haven't told me yours." She said.
"My name is Rhiannon Jane Alabaster,"
"Mine is Elizabeth-Rose Jennifer Edwards, that is Elizabeth-Rose with a hyphen, but everyone just calls me Elizabeth, or Lizzie."
"You can call my Rhia, if you want to, that's what my family call me." Rhiannon smiled, "What are your interests?"
And that's how it started; Elizabeth and Rhiannon have been friends since that day. Elizabeth had been doing ballet and tap, luckily enough there was a dance school in Lillie-Pillie, or else she couldn't have continued, she also started drama club after school. Elizabeth met a few nice girls, but she was never as close to them as she was with Rhiannon, there were three of them:
Lucy Clarkson: The youngest in the class, she has honey blonde hair, which she always keeps tied up in a pony tail, Elizabeth got introduced to her by the teacher.
Isabelle Allan: She also does ballet, she is in the same class as Elizabeth, and is the tallest. She has brown hair, which goes down to her lower back, she always has it in plaits.
Rosalina McSimons: a drama queen, she is always having sleepovers and inviting Elizabeth, Rhiannon, Isabelle, Lucy and another girl called Hailey. She has jet-black hair, and is considered short for her age.
Really short chapter. First chapters always are.