The Wanderer

After asking, quickly and apologetically, for directions at reception Lilith ran as fast as flip-flops would allow accross the road from the hotel and down a narrow lane towards the sea. The Wanderer was basically a hut with large windows which looked onto the pavement. Mr Forest, her cousin, saw her coming and opened the door to let her in.
'Have a good time last night?' he asked turning his back to her and pulling out a coffee cup.
'Is it normal that I can't remember most of it?' She said with a laugh.
'Nico can take his drink'
'I think him and the barman conspired against me to get me as drunk as possible, which is not as hard as you'd think'.
'I left after the third round and it was all going off'.
'It was smart getting the receptionist to call me.'
'Ahead of the game,' he said, flipping the coffee machine on.
There were no customers yet and Lilith noticed the huge windows were mirrored on the back wall. She walked over and looked out over the sea. A layer of wet mist hung over the top of the murky water. She could see the beach which reached miles out of sight and covered in light coloured sand. A tractor was making its way slowly along the shore and someone was taking their dog for a walk.
'Like the look of this place, it's sweet'.
'It has a really relaxed feel. Lots of students hang out here and old hippies... young ones too. east coast seems to attract them more than the west.'
'I noticed there were a lot of nationalities around last night, actually...I'm used to Glasweigans'.
'It's the University, it attracts a lot of young folk and there's loads of Americans. They love Scaatland you know? They think it's so "cute"!' He said with an awful false american twang. She giggled and bit her lip looking around again.
'So there's only one person on at a time?'
'Yes, you'll get used to it. It can get quite busy though when Uni comes back so you need to be on the ball'.
'What about uniform?'
'There's nothing as such, just try and look smart.' He said, eyeing her denim skirt and flip flops. There was a pause.
'Right well, Paul is in charge here and he comes in at 8. Here's a set of keys, here's my number, here's your coffee. Just relax and I'll see you in a few days and you can try out some different roles in the hotel.'
'Great, thanks for everything,' she said as the door swung shut behind him. Lilith walked tentatively over to the window and sat on the arm rest of the beaten leather sofa. The tractor was still edging slowly accross the shore. Looking at it, she sipped the strong coffee and curled her lips in together, as a tiny electric thrill went through her.

Melting Point 3

BRINGBRING...BRINGBRING...BRINGBRING...

'Uh...Hello?' Said Lilith, in a thick voice.
'Good morning, this is reception calling, it's 7.00am.' Lilith rolled over on to her side and squinted at the clock.
'Why are you calling me? I didn't ask for a wake up call. 'Lilith frowned and started rubbing her forehead.
'You're to be down at The Wanderer at 7.30, Miss Macdonald. Mr Forester will be waiting for you there, I understand.
'meh'. Lilith rubbed her head again.
'Have a good morning,' Said the annoyingly perky female voice. Lilith rolled on to her back and made a heavy sigh which rattled deep into her chest. She sat up with great effort and realised she was still wearing yesterday's top. When she waddled through to the bathroom she was not surpirised to find panda eyed circles of a mixture of mascara and purple sleep marks around her eyes.
'Work...great,' she muttered as she squeezed some toothpaste on to her toothbrush. The mintyness started to wake her up and after a glass of water and some eye make up remover flashes of the night before started to come back to her.

By 7.15Am she pulled most of the stuff out of her suitcase to find a fresh set of underwear and a t-shirt. She went to put on her jeans but found that they stunk of smoke and some other earthy unpleasantness so she riggled into a skirt instead and scuffed into some flip- slops.

By 7.30Am she was flip-flopping down the heavy tartan staircase in a cheap n cheerful outfit that suddenly occurred to her might be a bit casual for work.

Melting Point 2

When the car pulled up outside a large stone building that looked like an old stately home. Grey stone and heavy wooden doors opened onto a warm tartan interior with a polished wood staircase and staff members running up and down it.
'Hi john'
'Jamie, how're you doing?' her cousin asked whilst the waiter whipped round into the restaurant out of sight. Lilith and John climbed the first set of stairs into the bar and she put her suitcase down.
'Bartie, this is Lil, she's here for the summer,'
'Well, pleased to meet you little lady' said Bartie with a sweaty grasp of her hand. Lilith shook it back and had to crane her neck a little to take in the full size of the man: a warm, ruddy looking Scot.
'What do you want to drink Lil? asked John.
'uh...club soda' She said, not sure what that was but she had heard it on tv. John paused for a second, nodding and exchanging a quick glance with Bartie who smiled and started pulling out glasses.
'...Usual for me, thanks Bert'. Just as he finished he called over another huge man, who's shirt was bulging a little out of his smart top. Nico sported a short, black afro and a black beard.
'Ah, you must be the cousin' he said in a deep husky voice, striding over to Lilith and shaking her hand, 'We've been expecting you!' he said, whaking her over the back. The force shook her onto the edge of her seat and she let spluttered an 'uh' and laughed for the first time out of shock before reaching again for her soda.
'What's this?' said Nico, snatching the glass from her. 'No alchohol? We'll soon sort that one out of ye wee one. You're on the east coast now, too chilly for soda'.
'Nico, will you get one of the boys to take Lil's suitcase upstairs to room 19?'
'Sure, no problem, boss. JAMIE?' He belowed accross the bar and a scrawny looking boy of about 17 and took the suitcase out of sight. Lilith looked after the boy, half wanting to run after him out of some sort of playground instinct just because he was more or less her size but then turned back to these grown men who were all looking down at her expectantly and decided she was a little too out numbered to be rude.

Melting Point 1

[I'm writing a story called Melting Point. I have written about half of it but I'm re-working it as I put it in this BLOG. I really hope you enjoy it. Post comments if you do :-)]

'Well, you're away from your parents now, you can do what you want', said her cousin as he exhaled and pulled away from Lilith's house in Glasgow.
'I had so much fun when I first left home cos' you can run wild for the first time in your life. Did you have trouble with curfews and things?'
'Not really,' said Lilith, 'I went out but the scene in Glasgow's pretty boring.'
'well, it's a totally new start in Fife, you can do whatever you want for the summer, eat when you want, sleep with who you want... possibilities are endless'.

Lilith smiled and looked out the window a little wearily. It seemed like her cousin was more pleased she was leaving than she was. In truth, she was being shipped off whilst her parents settled a divorce and moved out of their family home of ten years. After packing a bag for the summer she had packed up the rest of her life and had not enjoyed dismantling what had become her personal cave through high school. Gone.

'Lilith?... LIL?'
'Oh sorry' Lilith said blinking a few times.
'Do you mind if I call you Lilith or do you go by Lil?'
'It doesn't matter, friends call me Lil, parents Lilith'
'I'm going to call you Lil', she smiled warmly for the first time and he excelerated onto the motor way.
'So, I've got you a shift doing house cleaning, one in the bar and one in the coffee shop. You can see what you like best and do that for the summer. It makes no difference to me cos we need staff in all these areas.'
'Yeah, thanks'
'No problem, you're staying in the hotel tonight and then we're going out to dinner with my partner and we'll have a drink. I'll introduce you to the other staff and then you can be on your own.'
Lilith looked out the window again.
'I mean, I know I told your Dad that I'd keep an eye on you but really you can see me as little as you want. I'm pretty busy with the hotel and all the bits n pieces but if you need me I'll probably be around'.
'Great, that's... that's kind.' She said.
'No problem' he said cheerfully and turned on the radio really loud and opened the roof of his red, soft top, megane as they sped down the motorway towards the seaside of Fife.

OBSESSIONS

I am a girl of obsessions, always have been. Even at an early age I would be the one at school who picked a guy I like and then obsess over him, whether he was looking at me, where he was standing and looking at lunch time, who else he was talking to... utterly unhealthy but quite common I think!
In my adult life (say 17+) I suppose I have become slightly better about becoming obsessed with real people. I'm starting to think it's a character trait and so it's better to be obsessed with something rather than someone.
In fact, I have written a few stories around small obsessions. I worked in a coffee shop for a while and the people who used to come in were pretty funny. I will post a couple of the stories soon and hopefully some one might leave a comment or two.

Incidently, how do you post links to other blogs on your page and how can you search for them?

Anyway, my obsession ever since Juno has been ELLEN PAGE. Goddess. I think she is the antidote to a lot of the teen slush out there for girls (and boys). Girls like Paris Hilton, Nicole Ritchie, Britney Spears... yeah they make good coffee table chat but they're not good role models. To me, these women are like emotional voids who don't seem to care about anything other than fame and attention. Ellen Page, aside from having amazing acting abilities, seems genuine and dare I say more normal. I also think she's insanely sexy and cutely patriotic about Nova Scotia, Canada, her hometown.

I daresay I will post more about E. Page on this blog because I thiank she's so cool. Let's dance!

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Wow, I can't stop posting tonight- I can see how this would get addictive! I sat down and tried to do something else there after posting that first little snippet and I'm surprised by how much I wanted to delete it incase it was shit or people found it offensive or whatever. I guess this is part of my problem because I def want to work in the arts somewhere and i think i could but I simply don't trust my own voice. So many things go through my head all the time and I'm too scared to write things down or actually develop any ideas. I'm going to try really hard to just post stuff and move on rather than being an annoying little nit-picker at this very very early stage. Someone once said 'how am I supposed to know what I want to write until I write it?' I feel like it was Hemingway or Forster. I think it's probably good advice for anyone aspiring to write, so please bare with me for a while until I get the hang of this. 

A little stranger on a train

Ever wonder about the other people on the train with you? I guess this was highlighted by the July bombings and that documentary the BBC did about the survivors. Sitting one seat closer or further away from a bomber and your life could have been saved or snuffed just like that? Barely able to think about it. Also, what about the carriage you're on with regards to meeting people you know? A friend you havn't spoken to in years or people that could enter your life or completely miss you depending on where you sit.

I had a really strange moment on the train today when this girl wouldn't stop staring at me. She was about 16, very thin and she looked quiet. She had extremely pale skin and looked like she hadn't been talking to anyone in hours. She was wearing a khaki jacket and a stripy top and at first I didn't pay her any attention at all but she had the most intense gaze I could practically feel it. I was uncomfortable and looked away, pretending to do something on my phone and then looking out the window but I noticed she was staring at me in my reflection. I couldn't escape her short of getting off and moving to a different carriage but a bunch of football boys in tracksuits were blocking the aisles. The whole thing was pretty uncomfortable and claustrophobic. After a minute or two I inevitably looked up because there's only so long you can pretend to not notice these things and she was just looking at me straight in the face, she didn't even look away, as I nearly always would out of politeness alone, but instead the corners of her eyes creased and she just giggled. An watery, pale stare. I just laughed because it was so unusual to have someone of any age being so brazen! She got up shortly after that and left the train. Perhaps she was looking up to me in my work clothes or maybe she thought I was beautiful. Either way, it was an intense little look there was obviously something going on with her.

I watched her walk away and started smiling to myself about our little communication- quiet, wordless and short.