Indigo Kids

Saffina Desforges

Description

Jax is an ordinary girl in a less-than-ordinary world. She thinks her life sucks & that it probably always will. She couldn't be more wrong. Someone is watching her. Someone wants her and her special gift - a gift she doesn't know she has. She is being called. They are being called. It's time for the beginning of the end. It's time for, Awakenings.

Sujets

• Fantasy (canción de Mariah Carey)
• Fantasy

Informations

• Publié par: eBookPartnership.com
• Date de parution: 21 octobre 2013
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781908961532
• Langue: English

Extrait

Copyright ©Stevie Jordan & Karen Osborne 2013
 
Stevie Jordan& Karen Osborne have asserted their rights in accordance withthe Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as theauthors of this work.
 
 
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This story is awork of fiction. The resemblance of any characters to personsliving or dead is purely coincidental.
 
 
 
 
ISBN:978130628575

 
 
 
Seven specialchildren - one mission.
 
Through timeand space, seven uniquely talented children are calledtogether.
 
Connected by aninvisible thread and each with a special gift, they are given asupremely important job.
 
To save theworld.
 
They are thechosen ones.
 
They are - theIndigo Kids.
Indigo Kids
 
‘ Awakenings’
 
Book One
 
Jax
 
By
 
Saffina Desforges (writing as StevieJordan)
&
KarenOsborne
 
 
 
 
 
Indigochildren ~ children believed to possess special, unusual andsometimes supernatural traits or abilities.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Location:London
Date: Sometimein the near future
 
 
 
1
 
“Mu-um, I’mgonna be late for school!” Jax’s voice rose and fell in a sing-songlilt as she folded her arms across her chest, tapping herbattle-worn Converse on the floorboard at the bottom of thestairs.
Her toe-tapswere met with silence.
“Mum, I need mytrip money!” Grabbing the handrail, Jax clattered up the stairs,making sure her mother heard every deliberate step.
Pushing acrayon-scarred door open with her palm, Jax stood in the doorway,glaring at the inert shape beneath the covers.
“Mum!”
The shapestirred, a soft grunt escaping from the pile of bedclothes.
Striding acrossthe patchy carpet, Jax flopped down on the bed, shaking the mound.“Come on, Mum, you know how important this trip is. We’re going tothe aquarium, I really gotta go.”
A bare armsnaked out, fingers scrambling around on the cluttered bedsidecabinet. “Pass me my purse, will you?”
Sighing, Jaxsnatched at a leather wallet, shoving it under the covers.
The sound of azip, the clanking of change. A hand emerged again, two fingerswaving a crumpled ten pound note. “Here, now get to school. Ididn’t get in until gone three and I have to be back for overtimeat half nine.”
Jax grinned“Thanks, Mum, love you! See you tonight.”
“No, you won’t,I’m working a double shift. Oh—and you’ll have to get your owntea.”
 
~
 
“Here, Jaxie,what’s up with your hair? It’s…” Suze grinned. “It’s sheer madness!Did your mum forget to brush out your afro again?”
“She workedlate.” Jax patted her thick, sausage-sized curls, returning thegrin. “I wish I had your hair. I can’t believe your mum let you dyeit blue! I soooo want to do mine purple.”
“Yeah, well atleast your mum cares what you look like. Mine’s too busy with hernew boyfriend to worry about what colour my hair is.” Suze blew abubble with her gum. It inflated in front of her face like a hugepink air bag, then popped. Her eyes darted to the front of theminibus to check that their teacher hadn’t heard.
“Yeah, but youdon’t look like a Gorgon, with snakes for hair!” Jax said, ignoringSuze’s antics.
“You’regorgeous and you know it. You could wear a bin liner and still looklike Beyonce!”
“What’s soamusing, ladies?” A smiling Miss Risdale put a hand on a headrestto steady herself as the bus lurched.
“Nothing,Miss.” Suze slid a sideways grin at Jax.
“I hope you’relooking forward to this trip. I’d like you to take some photos andwrite an essay about it for your homework. My day at the SeaLife Aquarium .”
“I can’t wait,Miss.” Jax clapped her hands together. “I can’t believe I’m goingto see a real live whale. They’re my favourite fish ever!”
“Actually, Jax,they’re mammals, but I’m pleased you’re so enthused by thevisit.”
“Oh, yes, Miss.I was only joking.” Jax tipped her head to her shoulder, herchocolate eyes suddenly serious. “Did you know that a group ofpilot whales killed themselves last year? It was so sad. Thesaddest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Killedthemselves?”
“Yes, Miss.Washed themselves up onto the shore. I saw it on the news. Itreally upset me.”
“Whales don’tcommit suicide.” Suze interjected.
“They did. I’veresearched it. There’s been two or three more times since, too.Even when they managed to rescue some of them and get them back outinto deeper waters, they just did it again.” Jax shook her head.“They’re not happy about something, that’s for sure.”
“Well,” said aswaying Miss Risdale, “the whales you will see today are all happyand safe. There’s even a visiting beluga whale, so I want to seelots of smiley faces, okay?”
Jax nodded,nudging Suze with an elbow.
“Yes, Miss,”said Suze, shaking her head.
2
 
 
“Wow! Look atall this!” Jax’s eyes shone with excitement as they darted betweenall things oceanic. She skipped her way past a row of inflatablesea horses, which nodded at her from above as she rummaged througha rack of shark-festooned tea towels.
“Check outthese earrings.” Suze held a pair of silver starfish up to her earlobe.
“I’d love toget my mum something.”
“Maybe she’dlike a dolphin coaster?”
“Yeah, wellit’s a choice between a sandwich for lunch or a souvenir for Mum,”Jax replied wistfully.
“Here, wannatry a gobstopper?” Suze held out a paper bag, bulging with ratherunattractive fish eyes.
Withtrepidation, Jax popped one into her mouth. Surprisingly, it wasgloriously sweet and sour and didn’t taste a bit like fish, much toher relief.
“Right, girls,listen up!” Miss Risdale clapped her hands to silence the chatter.“Seeing as you all insist on looking at something different, Isuggest that we split up and meet back here for lunch.” She lookedat her watch. “You’ve got two hours. I want you all back, dead ontwelve. Anyone who is even a minute late will have the pleasure ofmy company after school for the rest of the week. Understood?”
A resoundingchorus of “Yes, Miss,” erupted from the crowd, accompanied bysqueals of excitement.
“Come on, Suze,let’s go and find this beluga whale!” Jax said.
“No way! I wantto stick around here and look around the shop some more. Can’t wego later?”
Jax shrugged.“Suit yourself. I’m sooo outta here!” Planting a kiss on herfriend’s cheek, Jax skipped off in the direction of theaquarium.
 
~
 
Nothing couldhave prepared Jax for the shock she felt when she pressed her noseup to the glass.
The whale shonean ethereal, ghostly white in the overly bright vat of water as itfloated in deafening silence behind the viewing wall, an obviousprisoner in a manufactured, unnatural environment. As it soaredabove Jax’s head, its under-belly glimmered, reflecting a lightthat wasn’t of this world. Jax sucked in a breath, an overwhelmingsadness engulfing her as a sea of gawping faces watched theglittering commercial circus before her.
As the whalebobbed and glided, dutifully performing somersaults and twists forher paying audience, Jax felt tears well in her eyes and a tuggingat her heart. The almost spirit-like whale glowed under the sodiumlights, awkwardness in its movements and emptiness in its eyes.
Jax shook herhead, the tears flowing freely now, as her fingertips pressedagainst the glass. You shouldn’t be here. This is notwhere you belong.
“It is toldthat the end starts with the passing of the whales.”
Jax spun on herheels, swiping her tears away with her sleeve, to see whom themellifluous voice belonged to.
There was noone there.
Jax stoodalone, separate and a million miles away from the other on-lookers.Instinctively, a hand shot to the back of her neck, where she couldstill feel the speaker’s whispery breath, her eyes darting left andright, searching for an explanation. She choked back a sob.
“Are you okay,Miss?”
Jax spun to herleft. Her eyes fell on the bright blue badge that declared theyoung man before her to be a Sea Life Guide. Sniffing, she staredat him. “Did you just say something to me?”
He nodded. “Iasked if you were okay.”
“No, beforethat.”
“No, Miss.” Hetouched her arm. “You just looked a bit…shocked.” Smiling, hecontinued, “In fact, you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Do youwanna sit down for a minute?”
“A ghost,” Jaxrepeated in a whisper.
The guidefolded his arms, cocking his head to one side, his curious gazetravelling from her hair to her baseball boots then settling on herchest.
Jax sighed.“I’m fine, thanks.”
“Are you sure?I mean, I could get you a Coke or something?”
“No, really,I’m cool.” Jax looked around her, searching for an escape route.Behind the thick glass, the whale still danced and circled around.Her eyes wandered to a group of people, stood on a platform abovethe water, leaning over a rail. “What are they doing?” Jax asked,pointing.
“Oh, you can goin there if you buy a Touch Pool ticket. You get to pet thewhale.”
“Really?”
“Yup. Forfifteen quid you get to stroke it and if you get a twenty quidvoucher, they’ll get it to kiss you!”
“Twentypounds?” Jax stared at the guard in disbelief before turning hergaze back to the spiralling whale. Oblivious to the strange way theguide was looking at her, Jax gently nudged her way through thecrowd back toward the glass. The viewing window was cool againsther forehead as she stood, transfixed once more by the whale’swatery acrobatics. She smiled with a heavy heart and watched as itleapt in the air, dancing around its watery confinement, performingfor the crowd.
Jax couldalmost feel herself becoming part of the whale, effortlessly flyingthrough the water with it, dancing its bitter life away. She couldfeel its movements inside her as it created beauty for theundeserving mass.