Chameleon

1

Memory

My eyes were closed.

They felt so tired, so heavy.

My body just did not want to move, it felt pulled down under an enormous weight. My mind vaguely wondered why that was.

Then I remembered.

MUM! I screamed as I sat bolt upright and my eyes shot open. Panic hit me hard like I’d run into a brick wall, taking the air from my lungs. I instantly burst into tears and let them fall unchecked down my cheeks. I looked around me in a confused panic at the white, and entirely too bright, strange room.

The door burst open and a young nurse rushed across the room to me.

Kate? she said.

I just stared at her not understanding what she was saying watching her lips move as the tears continued to drip off my chin; her face was a blur through them.

Kate? She took me by the arms and gently laid me back down on the bed Everything is alright Kate, you were in an accident, but you're okay. You are in Chipping Norton Hospital. Do you understand me, Kate? She asked.

I nodded blindly as I laid my head back down on the soft pillow, which crinkled strangely as if it were covered with plastic. Closing my eyes, I could still see my mum's lifeless face, her head leaning against the steering wheel at an odd angle. Her dead eyes stared directly at me. Deep inside I felt a hole open where my heart should be and shoot out pain like lightning. The bone deep sadness and pain must have shown on my face.

You're alright, dear. Just a few broken bones, a bump to the head with some nasty bruising, but you're going to be just fine. she said. A bright and cheery smile appeared on her face.

How could she not know? I would never be fine again. I had lost the only person who loved me, my mum. How could anything ever be fine again? My mind raced with panic.

What is it Kate? Are you in pain?

Mum. My mum. I said, my dry, horror stricken throat making the sound come out as a cracked whisper.

What? Your mum? She leaned closer, Don't worry, your mum just went to get a coffee. She'll be back in a minute. She said as she checked my pulse and wrote it on the chart.

No. My mum is dead. I saw her. Dead...in the car. The words made a ragged hole inside me grow, like wind tearing a hole in a cobweb.

Of course she's not dead, young lady. I just spoke to her. You got a bit of a bump to your head and got things mixed up is all. She smiled down at me.

She is dead. I saw her. I saw her face. I sat bolt upright clutching at my side as a sharp pain burst through me, making me gasp.

Now, now...relax, dear, she's just fine. Lay down before you hurt yourself more. You must have dreamt it; lots of people have nightmares after accidents. It's all quite normal. Your mum will be right back and very happy to see you're awake, I know she will. She reached over and plumped my pillow. Are you thirsty? I can fetch you some water.

I just nodded and she quietly left the room.

Not dead? Could it be true? But I saw...what I saw...why would she lie? Of course, she wouldn't, it must have been a dream. Was it? My brain couldn't take it all in.

I could feel I had several broken ribs; they had shot pain through me when I sat up. I tried to relax and breathe gently, however, that was only one of my injuries. I must have also broken my left wrist, which was now encased in a heavy white cast. I could feel a bandage on my forehead and remembered the warm sensation of sticky blood running down my face probably by the flying glass from the car's windscreen.

Looking up at the square white tiles on the ceiling and wondered if I'd been dreaming. I tried to remember some of the details, when, without warning and with an incredible force, the last month's events flooded back into my mind, leaving me breathless and terrified. It felt as though someone had turned on ten TV's at once, all of them on different channels, with bright images and loud sound. The truth of how I came to be lying in a hospital room, if my memory was to be trusted, was even more bizarre and frightening than anyone would believe. I closed my eyes as my head began to spin, it felt increasingly like I was going to vomit.

The door opened again.

Nurse, I think I'm going to be sick. I mumbled through clenched teeth and squeezed my eyes tightly shut trying to fight it. I breathed hard through my nose and clenched desperately at the bed sheets. Vomiting is the one thing I really hate and would avoid no matter what, if I could.

Katy, you're awake! The sound of mum's excited voice burst through my concentration.

My eyes shot open as I sat up too quickly to look at her and vomited everywhere.

It took two nurses several minutes and a few gasps of pain from me, before they had me cleaned up. All the while, mum anxiously hovered in the background, obviously wanting to help. Soon the nurses left and mum placed her cool hand against my cheek and soothed my hair away from my forehead, just like she always does when I’m ill. It felt great to feel it again now.

They said you had a concussion and may feel a bit nauseous when you came to. How do you feel? she said.

Oh mum, I'm so happy to see you...I...thought... The relief welled in me to the point where I burst into uncontrollable sobs and I couldn't finish the sentence.

Mum sat on the bed and hugged me very gently, trying not to hurt me. She was small and slim in build, but I felt completely covered by the warmth of her loving arms. I had never been so happy to see her in my life.

I love you, mum. I hugged her back with everything I had.

I love you too, hun. Everything is all right now. She gently stroked my hair again.

I thought you were dead, I saw your face. I looked up into her face seeing only the dead eyes again. I shuddered and closed my eyes to block out the horrible image.

I'm fine, sweetie. Honest. Look, not even a bruise, which I admit is odd, considering how badly you got bashed about, the car is a complete write off. She pulled back, tucked her hair behind her ear, Mind you, I can't really remember what happened. Dr. Davis thinks I hit my head too and that’s why I can't remember, but I feel fine and have no bumps or stitches to show for it, unlike you. Poor thing. She gently touched my forehead.

I have stitches? I reached up and then changed my mind, perhaps poking new stitches wasn't such a good idea. Wait, you can't remember the accident? I said.

Nope, not a thing after leaving the pub. I remember us getting in the car and leaving the car park, then nothing until I woke up on a stretcher in the ambulance. That's it. I also remember being worried about you when I was being checked over by the doctor and waiting to hear how badly you were injured, but nothing more about the accident. A shadow of something, perhaps fear or maybe doubt, flicked across her eyes, I'm sure it will come back to me, eventually. She said as she looked away and straightened my covers.

I could tell she was bothered about not remembering.

What do you remember? She looked up at me, speaking quietly.

Erm...not much and what I do remember is obviously wrong, because you're alive. I said, hating to lie to her.

Mum laughed uneasily, The doctors said that a bang on the head can sometimes mix things up, perhaps we'll both remember more soon. What's important now is for you to get better. She gently kissed my cheek and stood up. I'd better go and ring your dad, he's very worried about you.

Do you have to? My anger began to burn in a familiar way. I'm sure he is too busy with his new family to care.

Of course I do, Kate. She said as she looked at me sternly, No matter what he's done, he is still your father and deserves to know how you're doing. She looked down at herself with dismay, I should also pop home and get cleaned up. I'll come back as soon as I can, okay?

I realised she still wore the same clothes from the accident, which were gruesomely covered with dried blood. The blood stain had darkened the entire front of her favourite blue sweater.

My eyes widened with amazement. Have you been here since the accident? The nurse said I had been unconscious for hours.

Of course, I have, silly. Mum's face showed a gentle worried smile, I couldn't go home until I knew you were okay. She reached over and gave me another hug.

Ow!

Mum cringed, Sorry, Katy. Did I hurt your ribs, your head or your arm?

It was my ribs, but it's worth it for a hug. I grinned, Okay, go home and change, you look like an escapee from a zombie movie with all that blood.

Mum left, promising to be back soon and at last I was left to my own thoughts. The relief that my mum was still alive had vanished in the light of the memory of the last few weeks. I could now fully remember what happened. I could remember it all very clearly and the last thing I could do was tell my mum the truth or anyone else for that matter.

Things had changed.

Changed forever.

I closed my eyes and took a careful breath. The last few weeks had been such a whirlwind I wasn't even sure I actually understood it all, and since I had nothing better to do than think, I was going to try to make sense of it.

If I could.

2

Shakespeare

One Month Earlier

Monday started just like any Monday should.

The alarm had awoken me at 6.45am. Groggily, I slapped the alarm, threw back the covers and slowly climbed out of my warm, cozy bed. I stumbled, bare footed, out of my small room and headed down the hall to the bathroom with bleary eyes and a not completely awake brain. I glanced in the mirror at my wild shoulder length hair and my fringe, which always wanted to stick up at the front in the morning, no matter how I slept. Yawning loudly, I stretched and climbed into the shower. I stood there letting the hot water massage me awake. I love morning showers, they're the best way to wake me up and, seeing as I'm allergic to caffeine, the healthiest way.

By 7.30am I was running out of the door, having kissed mum goodbye and grabbed some toast off my plate. I ran for the school bus at the end of our lane, I just made it in time and climbed aboard. The bus driver, a round happy woman whose name I can never remember, nodded good morning to me, pulled away from the curb. Walking carefully down the bus as it lurched, I sat in the empty seat next to Ally, the nearest thing I had to a best friend. Well, okay not exactly best friend but a friend...I had only known her for a short time.

Mornin', Ally. I said with all the enthusiasm I could muster, which was very little at this time of the morning.

Ally looked up from the textbook and pushed her glasses up her long thin nose. Morning, Kate. She said and went directly back to reading a book on what looked like cell division.

Crap! Do we have a test today I've forgotten about? I said, peering at her book.

Nope, tomorrow but I just wanted to make sure I grasped the concept. Ally replied without looking up. Ally was the type of student that permanently has her head in a book and always did well on tests.

Sickening, really.

I'd met Ally on my first day when I was in the school office, getting all my class information from the Secretary. Ally had come out of the nurse's office holding her nose after a nosebleed; apparently, she had actually walked into a door while reading. A subject that was not to be laughed at, decided Ally upon our introduction. As Ally had several of my science classes, she suggested I should tag along with her until I'd found my way around. Well, that was last Monday and a week later, I was still following Ally about.

Unfortunately, I'd moved to the school two weeks into the start of the September term, which meant the other new students had already meshed together, leaving me the odd one out. Some of the students in my year had also been together through the local comprehensive school and had firmly established friendship groups when they moved here. I, on the other hand, had just moved to the school as it specialized in the sciences and performing arts. Both of which were the subjects I wanted to be qualified in. I had decided that my grand plan was to become an actress but if that failed and I couldn't get work, well, then, science was something to fall back on.

So how was your first week? Ally said.

Not bad, too many rich kids for my liking but the school is pretty cool. Thanks again for letting me follow you around.

You're welcome. It's nice to have someone like me to talk to. Ally looked up over her glasses and smiled.

Like you, you mean someone not spending daddy's trust fund?

She grinned. Yep. With that, her attention was back in the book.

I settled back in my seat and, over Ally's head, I watched the village houses pass by.

Mum and I had only recently moved from London to Shipton-under-Wychwood, in Oxfordshire. It's a small town in the middle of nowhere, which sits between the River Evenlode and the Forest of Wychwood. The town has a pub, a couple of supermarkets, a small public library and Marston Court. An Elizabethan Manor House, which was, apparently, according to the school brochure, ‘the jewel of the Marston Estate’. The only reason mum and I came to such a small town was for me to attend The Marston School of Performing Arts and Sciences, named after Mathers Danforth Marston III, the son of a rich peer who wanted nothing more than to study the performing arts and the sciences. The brochure said that, ‘he persuaded his father to build the school in 1899 and create a financial legacy that enabled the school to be free to all students. Mathers’ father, Lord Mathers Danforth Marston II, invested in the school so heavily; the school can boast that it’s the only public school that has the resources and facilities of the best private schools anywhere in England’. Well, I didn’t know about all that but I liked it.

It still amazed me that I'd been given the chance to study here. Not being an exceptional student nor had I any special talents, I could only think it must have been a fluke. My mum, being the 'always think positive' person she is, had filled out the application form and posted it before telling me. She wasn't even surprised when we received the confirmation of a place, even though it came right at the end of the summer holidays when I'd given up all hope of ever getting in anywhere. Within the hour, she had given notice at the solicitor's office, where she worked as a Law Clerk and had found us a small semi-detached cottage to rent in Shipton-under-Wychwood, however, she had to work her two weeks notice, hence why I missed the start of the term.

Within a couple of weeks, we’d moved into a rented cottage in a new town, far away from everything and everyone we knew. I didn't have the chance to be nervous about the new start, new school, new home and hopefully new friends because I was doing it before anything had sunk in.

I realised my mind had wandered for the entire bus journey and I’d not spoken another word to Ally. Ally didn't seem to mind though; she usually had her head stuck in a science book and rarely spoke anyway, which gave me plenty of time to daydream about my future as an Oscar winning actress. Like my mum said, ‘If you don't have a dream, how can you make it happen?’

The bus slowed as it went up the gravel drive of the Marston School. The reception building is all you can see from the drive, it’s an impressive gothic building; full of windows and ornate brickwork. The school is surrounded by several hundred acres of parkland and forest, which housed The Marston Theatre, The Mathers Danforth Science Building and The Marston Family Library. Each building was gorgeous, but compared to the reception, they definitely took second place. The bus pulled to a stop just outside the massive wooden doors of the reception building, above which sat the school crest carved in stone, with the motto 'Semper Vivendus' beneath it. I glanced up at the crest as I climbed down the steps and onto the gravel drive, I liked going to a school that had its own motto.

Walking through the main doors, we passed the massive reception desk, which looked like it had come from an old hotel in the movies, and followed the crowd of noisy students up the massive oak grand staircase to our Form room. The Form room looked more like a lounge than a classroom, except for the desk, where our Form Tutor sat. The room had several comfy sofas and there were a few tables with chairs scattered around. Form was a 15 min prep class where our Form Tutor took the register each morning and afternoon. It was also where everyone had the chance to finish last minute homework, cram for exams or chat with friends before the lessons started. Form room was the place where we were allowed to come during class breaks and at lunchtimes, if we weren't in the dining hall or outside.

Form was usually noisy and relaxed; today was no different, students laughed and talked, some had music playing in their earphones and I, as usual, watched them nod their heads in time to the beat, while they studied. I always found Form interesting, it was the one place where everyone seemed relaxed, happy to be themselves. People watching had become one of my favourite things, you could learn so much from it.

Sitting down next to Ally at one of the tables at the back, I munched on an apple and half read the textbook over Ally's shoulder, which looked, not surprisingly for Ally, to be about cancerous cells and how they mutate.

Through the crowd I noticed a new student walk in, he had his back to us while talking to our Form Tutor, Mr. Hitchins. I hadn't seen the new student's face and nudged Ally.

Hey, look, I think we have a newbie. I said.

Ally peered over the top of her glasses and through her blond curly fringe at me as I nodded towards the front of the room. We looked over as the new student turned round. My blood instantly rushed to my face when he looked directly at me with the most amazing blue eyes I'd ever seen. He immediately looked away, as if he hadn't seen me and walked over to an empty chair by the window. I blushed furiously and my heart beat against my ribs like it was trying to break them and escape. I became momentarily speechless, he was possibly, no, definitely, the most handsome guy I'd ever seen. My mouth became so dry I had to tear my eyes away from him, just to be able to swallow.

Wow.

What? Ally’s head shot up.

Him, I mean...well....wow.

You said that Kate, what about him? She sighed and frowned as she peered over towards the window.

What about him? I said incredulously. Are ya kidding? I mean just look at him.

Just another good looking bloke, who looks like a Goth, vampire wannabe to me. He looks well off too, judging by his clothes and attitude. Ally said as she turned her head back towards her book, having already lost interest.

He's gorgeous and looks like he doesn't know it. I couldn't take my eyes off him, Now that is rare. I said.

Yeah right, no one that good looking doesn't know it. He looks like one of the rich kids and it's not like we don't have enough of them around here, is it? Ally asked sarcastically without even raising her head.

I know this school brings them in droves but...I dunno...he looks...different to me...I wonder who he is. I looked at his clothes, Anyway, don't Goths only wear black clothes with lots of make-up, jewellery and paint their fingernails black? I tried to remember the ones I’d seen in London. I secretly watched him as he sat waiting for the class bell to ring. He had the blackest hair I’d ever seen, a real raven black that shone in the light of the September sun as almost blue, which in turn made his skin look pale by comparison. His hair was styled sort of softly spiky but, thankfully, not plastered solid with gel. He seemed so relaxed as he stretched out his long legs, with his hands calmly placed on his lap as he waited. For a new student he did not seem worried or nervous at all.

Whatever, I dunno, don't really care. Said Ally bringing my attention back to her just as the first bell went and the Form room erupted into chaos.

Within seconds he had vanished into the crowd in the hall. Ally and I packed up our things and made our way out of the main building and across the courtyard to Physics in the Daniel Mathers Science Building. The day was warm and we soaked up the September sun as we walked between the buildings. Several students seemed to be excited and there was a growing crowd ahead of us.

What's going on? I asked a girl I recognised from class, as she rushed by.

Oh. She squealed, One of the Marston boys is here. She vanished into the crowd.

Yeah, I know that. Wil is in the year up from us. I called after her. But what's the crowd about, is someone hurt?

Don't bother, she's already gone. Ally said.

The crowd became so large we walked on the grass to get round it and we still couldn't see what was happening. Eventually, we gave up, knowing full well that the gossip would catch up with us.

Sitting at our usual table we noticed there were very few people in class, probably due to the craziness outside. Mrs. Rutherford, our Physics teacher, waited impatiently at the door for everyone to rush by her in an excited babble.

Alright everyone, settle down. She called through the influx of students. Find your seats quickly; we have a lot to cover today.

I'd already lost interest in the crowd and became engrossed in the process of emptying my books and pens out of my bag as my mind started to wander off thinking about the afternoons Theatre Studies class, which I loved.

Ah, Mr Marston, I thought that might be the problem, oh well, what's done is done. Everyone? As you now know we have a new member of the Marston family here with us in school and he will be in our class. Please make sure you welcome Joshua, when you get the chance. Mrs. Rutherford said. Joshua, there is a spare seat over on Ally and Kate's table at the back, on the right, please join them quickly, the class has been delayed enough for one day.

My breath caught in my throat at the mention of my name and my heart sunk as I realised what she had said. Now I would have to sit next to some stuck up rich kid with no brains, just family money. Ugh! Why me? Damn it.

What's up? Ally asked, looking up at me.

We get the new spoiled rich brat at our table. How is that fair? I complained and the crowd thinned out as the students sat down.

Thanks a lot. I didn't mean to ruin your day. The angry words were spoken right next to me.

I jumped at the voice so close to my ear and turned to see who had spoken; it was him, the gorgeous guy from Form with the fabulous blue eyes that were now staring angrily down at me from his scowling face. Damn he is too much of a babe to look that angry, I thought. Blushing instantly, I mumbled Sorry and quickly looked away, trying not to think about his unusual accent or his lovely eyes.

I could hear him unpacking his bag and taking off his coat but I didn't dare to look at him again. He might be a babe, but who wants to get to know a spoiled brat? I turned my body half away from him towards Ally and prepared for some serious Physics. For the rest of the class, I ignored his very presence and concentrated on the course work.

By lunch, I'd discovered that not only was 'The Brat' - as my brain had now nicknamed the Marston guy - in my Physics class, but also in my Chemistry and Biology classes. Luckily, there was no room for him to sit anywhere near us in those classes and he had been claimed by some of the other rich kids in the lessons. A huge relief had washed over me. He may be very good looking but he's rich and I don't date rich guys, which was a very good thing seeing as I don't handle rich kids very well. I'd decided I'd drool from afar and nothing more.

Later, enjoying the warmth of the autumn day, Ally and I sat outside to eat our lunch on one of the low walls surrounding the gardens.

So what have you got this afternoon? Ally asked, Do you have Theatre Studies, Property Making and Theatrical Makeup or Scenic Arts & Production Class? I thought I had your timetable nailed but Monday afternoon is a loss to me.

I've Theatre Studies and Swimming, actually. Are you memorizing my schedule? I laughed, looking at her.

Yup, once it's in... She pointed to her temple, it'll be one thing less to worry about. She grinned and bit into another sandwich.

You know you're a bit crazy...right?

Yup, my Grandma thinks so too but she believes I'll cure Cancer one day, so she is quite happy to have a crazy Granddaughter. Ally laughed.

Well, as long as she is happy about it. I grinned and looked at Ally as she finished her last sandwich and rummaged in her multi-coloured, oversized lunch box for fruit.

Ally's parents had been killed in a car accident when she was only three years old and her Grandmother had brought her up. She had told me about it on the first day we met, she had simply stated these terrible facts like she was reciting a list. Her personality took a little getting used to, but Ally was never one for small talk, which suited me just fine, it gave me the chance to daydream more. I guessed that's why I was still following her around a week later.

What classes do you have? I said.

I have Medical Histories and then Swimming like you. I hope I can keep Mr Jeffries talking, so I'm too late to swim. Why do I need to swim when I want to be a doctor?

I dunno, perhaps you could be a ship’s doctor. I joked.

Don't be daft, Kate. Ally looked shocked at my reply. Anyway, I can swim already, so who needs to practice? Such a waste of my time. Ally sighed.

I don't mind swimming, I actually quite like it. I packed away my lunch box in my bag and threw it on the ground at my feet. Really looking forward to Theatre Studies though, I think it's my favourite subject so far. Finding out about the history of Theatre and getting the chance to play some of the roles in the classics...wonderful. I grinned knowing full well that Ally didn't share my interest.

Sounds so boring, full of people who like showing off. Don’t know what you see in it, give me bits of anatomy and microscope slides anytime. she said.

Yup, crazy. I laughed, shaking my head just as the bell rang for afternoon Form.

Come on. I said as I jumped off the wall Let's see if we can get a sofa in Form, so I can let this boring cheese sandwich go down before I'm onstage with my adoring fans. I said throwing my arms open wide, posing and looking serious about it.

Oh please, and you say I'm the crazy one. Yeah, right. Ally grabbed my arm and laughingly started to drag me back to the main building.

I laughed too as I fell in step beside her; perhaps friend may be the right word for Ally, after all. It felt comfortable being around her, I could be myself and she didn't care if I wanted peace and quiet, she enjoyed it too.

We made our way back up the grand staircase to our Form room for the afternoon register and luckily found an empty sofa. Crashing on it and we relaxed while Mr Hitchins read out everyone's name and made a mark in the register. He called The Brat's name but there came no sound, Mr Hitchins didn't even look up at the lack of reply he just continued onto the next name. There was no sign of The Brat at all; perhaps he had decided to change Form to be near some of his new rich friends. Shame, I wouldn't be able to drool over him but I could live with that. All too soon the class bell rang and we grabbed our bags ready to head out.

I'll see you on the bus later, Kate Ally smiled a smug grin.

Not at swimming? Are you ditching class? I asked, faking shock.

Oh no, not me. She pretended to be horrified, I have an important library assignment to do for Mr Jeffries. She smiled and added One he doesn't know about yet, of course. She winked at me.

You are so bad. Swimming really isn't that bad, ya know. I'd understand if we had gym or track...ugh. I said.

Well, I find that I'm unfortunately otherwise engaged. Ally grinned as she placed her bag over her shoulder and we both headed for the door.

Alright then, I guess I'll see you on the bus. Hopefully, I won't miss it like last week and have to walk home again.

Hmm...another good reason not to swim, it takes ages to get dried and dressed again hence potentially missing the bus then having to walk home. See, so many reasons not to swim. Ally reasoned as we walked back down the grand stairs.

Ally and I parted ways and I headed for Theatre Studies. As I walked along the bricked path, through the small rose garden towards the theatre, I could hear the shrill voice of Rebecca Stirling coming from behind me, it sounded like she was walking with a silent companion and obviously trying to impress them. She was telling all that would listen, how her daddy had made his money by designing some cool app and how he had promised to buy her a Porsche and driving lessons for her seventeenth birthday, on Saturday. Her voice made my skin crawl, all high pitched and nasal. It suited her though; she was unbelievably skinny and always in the latest 'fashion', she was also, amazingly, a natural blond. Sometimes I just had to thank