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“This….,” said Meg with a flourish “is the Chinese Orchestra.” Jade stared in fascination as Meg took out each little parcel and laid it on the downie. She carefully unwrapped each piece. Little porcelain figures emerged of girls, their black hair up in elaborate coiffures. They were clad in long flowing embroidered robes with loose sleeves. One was sitting cross legged with a flat string instrument across her knees, another knelt holding a tambourine. Three others sat on round seats, one playing cymbals, one playing a lute and the other holding a black lacquered clapper. Jade stared dumbstruck. They had her eyes. Each had eyes exactly like her own. “Aren’t they beautiful,” said Meg.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014
JADE (YU)*
She had been staying over at Kirstie’s house. They’d been mucking about with her mum’s cosmetics in the bedroom. When she got home the next day the old bubbly Jade seemed to disappear. Her body language changed.
She began to look down instead of straight at people.
Her P3 teacher, Mrs Findlay, sensing something was troubling her became more attentive, asking her how she was feeling, how was her mum and dad, how was the gerbil, but Jade seemed distant.
At the parent’s night, Mrs Findlay relayed her fears to Jade’s parents, Jean and Jack Mackenzie. Mrs Mackenzie said she’d been quiet at home since she’d fallen out with Kirstie her best friend.
That night , Jean talked to her daughter. She asked Jade if she was feeling ok, was there something troubling her at school ?
“No school’s fine,” replied Jade.
“ And Kirstie , you never go to see her now.” Jade slid silently under the covers.
“It’ll be the holidays soon,” said her mum encouragingly “We’re going to uncle David’s.” Jade liked uncle David’s – it was a large farm in the Borders with sheep and cattle, hens and even a couple of ponies.
On holiday, Jade seemed to pick up . Uncle David and Auntie Meg had a son called Joe, who was fun .He was always into wild games played out in the fields and woodland. Auntie Meg, dark and slim, filled the role of a typical farmer’s wife, but she also painted and the house had paintings everywhere with little sculptures on the window sills and on the sideboard.