Violet
Chapter 1
I couldn’t believe I’d finally found one. I’d been in these woods for weeks searching for one, all to prove my father wrong. He’d given me a look of disgust and disapproval and said: “I cannot believe you still believe in that old myth! Goodness! I TOLD your mother not to read those petty mythical stories when you were young, I knew you’d start using your “imagination” and believe.” I’d looked him in the eye and said, with all of the seriousness I could muster: “I will find a unicorn. And when I do, expect me to come back and rub it in your horrible, squinchy face!” I turned and slammed the door, as I thought to myself, “What does the word ‘squinchy’ even mean???!” And made a mental note to encyclopedia-Google it when I got home…. But did I even have a home? I knew that Father would let me in if I failed to find a real-life unicorn, but it would be a week of cold-shouldering and “I-told-you-so’s” all round. Oh dear, what have I actually done? The crazy things you do when you lose your temper, am I right? So walking down the muddy cobblestone paths weaving through our damp, dark city, I thought it over and at last made an appropriate decision. It was simple! I could hardly believe I hadn’t thought of it previously! I would go and find a unicorn! I sidled into the cornershop, rucksack in tow, and plucked out a small, green, embroidered purse. I fished through it and picked out the small amount of money I had. Four dollars?! I knew I had more than that. Or did I…? I’d bought that VERY adorable skirt the other day for fourteen dollars, and last week I’d bought some….. Oh. Maybe I did only have four dollars. I grabbed a bag of slightly old looking oranges off the creaky stand, a bucket and a few bananas, then realised it was too expensive and put the bucket back on the shelf. I’d be drinking from a stream this time around. With twelve cents left to spend (yippee, wow what a sum), slightly mouldy oranges and three bananas in my rucksack, I dusted off my tired jeans, stood up straight, and set off down the streets. I felt the late-afternoon sun on my back as I tread over tree-trunks, slide over slippery green leaves and jump over masses of tangled ivy. I heard the trickle of a stream nearby, and wander blindly through the trees until I see it. After a long and hard-earned drinking session from the stream, I curled up in a nest of leaves. Not exactly my ideal bedroom, but what can you do when you are looking for a unicorn.
Chapter 1
I couldn’t believe I’d finally found one. I’d been in these woods for weeks searching for one, all to prove my father wrong. He’d given me a look of disgust and disapproval and said: “I cannot believe you still believe in that old myth! Goodness! I TOLD your mother not to read those petty mythical stories when you were young, I knew you’d start using your “imagination” and believe.” I’d looked him in the eye and said, with all of the seriousness I could muster: “I will find a unicorn. And when I do, expect me to come back and rub it in your horrible, squinchy face!” I turned and slammed the door, as I thought to myself, “What does the word ‘squinchy’ even mean???!” And made a mental note to encyclopedia-Google it when I got home…. But did I even have a home? I knew that Father would let me in if I failed to find a real-life unicorn, but it would be a week of cold-shouldering and “I-told-you-so’s” all round. Oh dear, what have I actually done? The crazy things you do when you lose your temper, am I right? So walking down the muddy cobblestone paths weaving through our damp, dark city, I thought it over and at last made an appropriate decision. It was simple! I could hardly believe I hadn’t thought of it previously! I would go and find a unicorn! I sidled into the cornershop, rucksack in tow, and plucked out a small, green, embroidered purse. I fished through it and picked out the small amount of money I had. Four dollars?! I knew I had more than that. Or did I…? I’d bought that VERY adorable skirt the other day for fourteen dollars, and last week I’d bought some….. Oh. Maybe I did only have four dollars. I grabbed a bag of slightly old looking oranges off the creaky stand, a bucket and a few bananas, then realised it was too expensive and put the bucket back on the shelf. I’d be drinking from a stream this time around. With twelve cents left to spend (yippee, wow what a sum), slightly mouldy oranges and three bananas in my rucksack, I dusted off my tired jeans, stood up straight, and set off down the streets. I felt the late-afternoon sun on my back as I tread over tree-trunks, slide over slippery green leaves and jump over masses of tangled ivy. I heard the trickle of a stream nearby, and wander blindly through the trees until I see it. After a long and hard-earned drinking session from the stream, I curled up in a nest of leaves. Not exactly my ideal bedroom, but what can you do when you are looking for a unicorn.