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The diary of a gypsie

The diary of a gypsie
The diary of a gypsie

13.6.13 7Thursday,

It is a warm summer morning, the sky is wet with sunlight and we gypsies are wet with the summer rain which seeps in with sunlight. Our bags are packed and the caravans are gilded with the exquisite souvenirs we got from the hosts of the "Leshmere Festival". I wave my last goodbyes to my gypsy friends and fasten my seatbelt. Aunt Lex drives slowly as we leave the old festival, our old home and go to our new destination far far away.....

"Oww!"I cry awkwardly when I felt a pang of pain in my head and open my eyes to understand that I was lying flat on the caravan floor after I fell from my seat. I get up and focus on the front window. We were going to stop at an inn to have breakfast but we were stranded alone in the middle of a dull brown moor. I practically burst out of the door and called Aunt Lex who was looking tired and very pale. "Oh Brit, look what I have done! The hind tyres of the caravan are punctured and the diesel is nil!" She said with a heavy sigh. I felt terrified because I never fell into situations like this as nearly three months ago I was a city girl with parties, posh people and the best school of Glasgow revolving around me. Life was so luxurious then when mum and dad were around but one little accident changed my whole life....

I looked around for any sign of life and much to my surprise the binoculars guided my eyes to a distant chalet far away. "Aunt Lex, Look!" I cried and showed her what I had seen. "My goodness! Will it be all right? Nelly told me that convicts used to live there, even till date. Very few of them are residing but they are obviously not convicts, perhaps their families she was cut off by a earsplitting gunshot and then an equally threatening howl. We thought someone was shot and scampered towards the chalet but stopped short when we came towards the front lawn. Under the maple tree were several drops of blood and a dead pony lay covered with blood a few metres back. I hated the sight of blood and the moment I was about to shriek I felt a cold hand on my back. I instantly turned around to face a beautiful but severely pale woman with a smiling face. "Oh! My son is so awful, I am sorry if you people were frightened. He isn't used to outsiders, err... you see that's what happens if you stay in an isolated moor since childhood. Well, fancy a cup of tea?" she gracefully pointed towards the chalet. I was hungry and nodded but aunt seemed bewildered. Inside, the chalet was very dull and grey with few places of furniture. The tea cups had broken edges and everything was quite spooky as in a horror film. I sipped my tea. It was icy cold. My mouth felt even drier. No wonder it was a bit fishy. I refused to sip even one more drop of that choking cold fluid but graced a smile to show gratitude. "So, umm, we were just going to a fest for...er... travellers like us but our van broke down in the moor. We were lucky to find...."The woman completed my sentence. "Us. Well, by the way, if you want any diesel, I am really Sorry, for my tractor is in the garage and we don't have any wheels," she said cloudily. I looked out of the arched French windows and saw that it was raining cats and dogs. "Looks like it's going to be a long summer shower. Oh here are Jak and Rees. Kids come and take her up for a chat and remind her to come down when the rain stops." She said,I raced upstairs and was seated in another dull, dusty room. Rees came in pulling Jak and apologized for the gunshot again. "So are you new here, Brit?" she asked. "Umm, yes but I will go as soon as the rain stops." I replied coolly. "If you dare to .. came a gasp from Jak and Rees glared at him. "Fine Brit, do you know that this house is very old?" said Rees who was dressed in a velvet blouse and a flannel dress. Too old fashioned.

After a long conversation with awkward intervals, Rees dropped the bombshell. "Brit, are you really thinking of going back home?" she asked softly, "Er... No I don't want to go back to Glasgow before the new term. Why this sudden ques ....?"I managed to mumble. "She means that if you are thinking about escaping from here, then, sorry but you are gonna be one of Isa's new victims." Jak said, breaking the ice. I froze. Of course -Isa, that woman wasn't bad, was she? "What do you mean? Its shameful of you to say this about your mother!" I demanded, my voice still quivering. "Mother? Ha ha! Who on earth will call that woman 'Mother? She killed my mum.. Jak's voice broke down into a sob. "Look we are already victims of Isa, so we want to help you. Now, don't stand, run for the door. Your aunt must be in danger now!" Rees ordered. We raced downstairs and saw Isa aiming at Aunt Lex with a shotgun. I thought of screaming but instead crept towards her with a stick and before she could press the trigger, I used up my Kenodo experience and Bang! She fell to the ground. But before I could regain my strength she kicked me and I fell down clutching her. Jak came and gave her a massive blow on her head. She tried to fight back but fell down unconscious. I left aunt Lex and Rees under Jak's aid and locked Isa in the cellar before setting off towards nearest police station.

On the way, Rees told me about how she, Jak and other kids somehow took shelter in her house with guardians. She had agents in the neighbouring areas who made people, especially children come to the chalet. She then either poisoned or brutally murdered the guardians and would sell the prisoners to Arabia. She and Jak were the ones left. They were so disobedient and stubborn that she decided to keep them as slaves. They were baffled when they arrived. My god! Is this Isabella Clark? She has had criminal records since she was ten years old! Good work kids. You deserve a reward." We kids just grinned proudly though my heart was still mystified..............

22.6.13 Saturday,

It's another weekend. End of the holidays. End of my gypsy days. I will have to break the news to all my mates at school. Rees and Jak have been taken in by a foster family in Glasgow. Jak provided the euidence along with the shotgun and, guess what? Yes, the dead pony which Isa shot for practice and also the signs of abuse on their hands were used as evidence that were tied up all the time. Isa will probably get a death sentence and I, myself am going to be a witness at the court.

The diary of a gypsie
The diary of a gypsie

The diary of a gypsie
The diary of a gypsie
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