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| [Introduction]
Thyme Village: a small village in the east of Santroville, population: 865. This story contains the adventures of some of those people. It starts with Jal, 18, who is planning on become a drama student in the local university; Jal's girlfriend Molly, who is 17 and in high school; Peter, Jal's little brother who is 7, and Jal's best friend Chris who is a drama student in the same university that Jal is planning on going to. And who knows where the story will go and who will be introduced to the story further on? |
 Charlotte Fielding  It was typical British weather in the village of Thyme; the rain poured, the wind blew and the sun hid behind the clouds. Thyme Park was flooded (again) and the yard at Thyme Community Primary School was flooded (again). All the while, Jal Watson, an 18-year-old psychology student to-be, sat in his flat. He was fiddling around with his computer; something had happened to it and his personal statement, which he needed for his university application had deleted. In other words, he was not happy. After a while, and after the computer had thrown a spark at him several times, he gave up, cracked open a beer and checked his phone to see eight missed calls from his girlfriend of two years, Molly Yin. He called her back almost straight away. "Finally, I was wondering when you were going to answer your phone! I've been calling you for ages. Expect a few thousand missed calls from me!" "Sorry Mols, I feel so guilty! Don't worry, there were only eight," he said sarcastically. "Sorry about that. I'm bored, I want to do something. Can I come over?" Charlotte Fielding "Do you really want to do psychology in university?" Molly asked me. She'd arrived at my house not long ago, and it was so nice to see her. I don't have the opportunity to see my girlfriend very often as she lives in the next village and was always doing things with the school.Yeah, I think so... I'm not sure though, yet." "I think you'd be good at drama," she told me. "Drama! Why drama? I hadn't really considered drama." "I just think you'd be great at it. And then if you become a famous actor I can say that I'm an actor's girlfriend!" she laughed. "Very true! I do love psychology though, it's what I've wanted to do for a while." "You could do dramatherapy." "Dramatherapy?" "Yeah, it's when you either do a degree in psychology or drama, and then you can do a master's degree in dramatherapy. You help people with addictions and depression and things through drama. It'd really suit you." Sounds good actually, I might do that." Richard_freeman A gloomy, dank weather had come to visit the village of Thyme once again. Rain drops ricocheted against the roofs and streets, joining the mob of flood water that filled the path of black cement. Like a huge cracked black mirror, the streets illuminated the slurry silhouette of a jogger. The rain drops landed all over his body, climbing down his dark blue sweat suit. His monotonous jog, was only paused by his sudden stop, and the simultaneous one-two-threes, or high kicks. His name was Jarek Tombson. This name was a strange to most of the villagers, and unlike the rest of the students in his class he was quiet and kept to himself, making contact with people in most of the time only through his kick box training. Stop again and one-two-three. He loved when it rained, because the water made it harder to run, and he loved it when things were harder. That way he felt more alive. The rain also made him calm and his thoughts- collective. He suddenly stopped, but this time for a different purpose. He had went to the furthest point of his training route- a house of the person he mostly respected, but would never admit it. Jal was a person who had known what he wanted, was popular and did things with ease. While Jarek needed to do all he could to really succeed anywhere, Jal seemed to be fortunate in anything. But Tombson was not going to let go that easily. He was going to beat him. © Copyright 2012 Charlotte Fielding, Richard_freeman, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |
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