“I'm
going to smudge you out!” Gert Stolid was a bully, everyone knew it
(especially with a name like that) and they kept well away. Even
Sarah Midgen, who had only been at Oathall School for five hours, knew
that and yet here she was now running away with Gert in lumbering
pursuit.
Sarah,
nicknamed Smidge by her parents, had no idea what she'd done wrong.
She'd been lucky until now, never bullied at her old school; but
since her parents split and her mother moved to a new town Smidge had
lost her sparkle. Normally nothing and no one could make a dent in
her personality. But now? Now she was running.
Gert
had taken an instant dislike to her. Smidge was an apt name; at just
five feet she was small for a fourteen year old, but she did know how
to stand up for herself, just not always when. She
obviously picked the wrong time to refuse Gert's lunch money request.
Luckily at the time there were too many teachers for her to make good
on the threats but now? Now was home time and Gert knew exactly which
exit Smidge was going to leave from and was waiting there for her,
patiently.
Luckily
she was a bulky girl -as bulky as her name- and Smidge was able to
slip through her meatslab arms easily, but Gert was unrelenting and
knew the area well. Smidge didn't and she was panicking now; she'd
run into a rubbish tip hoping that there would be places to hide, but
there wasn't and Gert was getting closer.
“Smudge
time!” Gert hollered.
Ahead
Smidge could see a door on the ground; maybe she could squeeze
underneath it and hide. (She was one of the best at playing hide and
seek as a child and could often get into the slimmest of places!)
There was an ornate handle to the door and with a quick check behind
her she simply opened the door and slipped inside without Gert seeing
her.
The
sight that met her eyes was amazing!
It
was a small room that reminded her of home; the home she recently
moved away from, her very own bedroom! There were posters on the
walls; stuffed teddies on the shelves and a bed in the far corner.
She
couldn't believe it and almost opened the door again to double check
what was happening before realising that Gert could still be hanging
around trying to find her. It didn't matter though, she was safe;
somehow she knew that. She was safe.
She
looked at the bed again and it looked so inviting and, just like in a
fairy tale, she curled up in it and went to sleep.
It
was hard to say what woke her, but wake she did in a panic. How long
had Smidge been asleep? Would her mum be panicking over her?
A
quick check on her watch gave her a sigh of relief, only half an hour
had passed. Surely Gert would have given up by now.
Now…
where was that door?
And
that was when panic did settle in, fast! There was no doorway at all.
Just four walls, three of them festooned with posters and shelves.
The last was completely blank, bare; no cracks delineating a door and
no handle. What was going on?
Smidge
thought about ringing her mum for help but she realised that she had
no idea where she was. She didn't even know the name of the dump she
was in, let alone trying to describe her exact location so it was
unlikely that anyone would find her!
Just
as she was searching for the phone she found something else in her
pocket, something odd.
It
was the door handle, the same ornate handle that she had gripped to
open this room.
Wait
a minute….
Now
children are possessed of the ability to recognise magic when they
see it, and thus understand what to do. Logic has no place in this
world and an adult -should they ever find themselves in such a
situation, would never have figured out in their whole lives what
Smidge did in the space of a minute.
Calmly
she placed the door handle flush on the far wall and then simply
pulled. That the door opened was a great relief, but the fact that it
opened up to her bedroom in her own home was nothing short of
miraculous. This wasn't her old house where she used to live, but her
actual home! She whooped with joy and barely managed to shut the door
and pocket the handle when her mum knocked on the door.
“You
must have had a great first day, Smidge!” her mother said, giving
her a big hug, which Smidge gratefully reciprocated. “I never even
heard you come in!”
That
night Smidge had a chance to use the handle some more. It didn't take
her long to realise that it responded to her thoughts, her intent. It
was magic, of that there was no doubt.
It
responded to her wishes -her clearest intent. When she first used it,
escaping from Gert, she wanted to go somewhere safe so the handle
actually created the room for her and she knew that the room was hers
now whenever she needed it.
The
second time it responded to her wanting to be home, and so she was and, as
long as her intent was pure; she was not going to be placed in
danger; and there was a viable wall on the other side, then she could
step through.
She
couldn't walk into the middle of the ocean or the sky, but she could
walk into an aeroplane.
(She found that out when
she tried boarding the plane that flew overhead. It scared all the
cabin crew when the main door opened and she poked her head out
saying “Wicked!” before shutting it again.)
There
was still the problem of Gert though. Sure, Smidge could use the
handle to keep escaping her but there must be something else she
could do; as long as her intent was pure.
And
then it dawned on her….
Now,
Oathall had its own farm together with a horse, some cows, a few
sheep and two pigs. Smidge let it be known that she had escaped Gert
very easily due to her size and bulk. She also made allusions to her
class mates that Gert belonged on the farm so Smidge would meet her
there after school for a rematch, even down to exactly where and
when: in one of the cowsheds. The one, to be more precise, that
actually bordered the pigpens.
Of
course, Smidge had no desire for a rematch and had neatly hidden
herself behind the bales of straw waiting for Gert to come clumping
in.
True
to form, an audience had tagged along to see the fight. Gert shouted
abusive comments about Smidge and her family and Smidge bit her lip
waiting for just the right moment. Everything was ready, she had it
all marked in her mind and all it needed was Gert to move a few more
steps to the left…. NOW!!
Suddenly
Smidge stood out in the open and shouted at Gert, one hand flush to
the wall behind her with the handle. “With a face like that,” She
shouted, “you've got nothing to laugh at! You're better off with
the rest of your piggy family!”
Just
as she thought, Gert threw herself at her but Smidge was more than
ready. In one swift movement she jumped out of the way, opening the
door to the pig-pens outside. Gert couldn't stop in time and went
flying into the muck.
It
had been raining heavily through the day and Gert was completely
covered in swill, effluent and mud.
The
rest of the children could not stop their screams of laughter. None
of them had seen what Smidge had done exactly, it had all happened so fast,
but they quickly ran outside to see Gert completely humiliated.
Smidge
shut the door calmly and walked home. She knew that Gert would never
dare anything like that again -at least not for a while, and Smidge
would be ready for her.
This
was wonderful magic, but in the wrong hands there was no telling what
people could get up to. Smidge knew that herself only too well and
she would never let that happen. Was that why she had been the one to
find it?
Only
time would tell.
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