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Sisters of the North - Episode 5

Thu, 28 Sep 2023 13:27:51 +0000

3 upvotes and I will release episode 6

Chapter 5

Svanhildr : Me, Randhi, a scammer, my sister and the Heritage center owner’s daughter

During Math class, I had a test.

I was really anxious, I couldn’t stop thinking about Randhi’s Email. Was Randhi trying to make me worried?

Nonetheless, I did the test.

I finished quickly… in 30 minutes.

After a while, My Math teacher had to call me up front. Usually when this happens, it means that I got a bad grade.

Feeling Hopeless, I went up to my Math teacher to talk.

“Guess what?” he told me.

I sat upfront. “What?” I replied.

He gave me the test paper, which had a big red mark that said “100.”
I was shocked. Apparently I was the only person who got 100. In the whole class.

Feeling pretty happy, I spent the whole day smiling, so much that I was forgetting about what Randhi told me.

When I saw Randhi during lunch, we decided to talk about what Janelle was doing.

However, I noticed that Randhi was talking to a different girl. She had long brown hair and had a lot of freckles, she also had glasses.

“Heil og sæl.” she said, greeting me.

I sat down next to her. “What is your name?” I asked her.

She showed a scrapbook page. “Hello, I am Jytte A.Holm . I am a 7th grader and I am of Danish descent. I am the daughter of the CEO of Nordic Hearts.” she said.

I dropped my lunchbox. “No...way.” I said, looking at her.

Jytte laughed but changed her tone. “Anyways, what kind of Scandinavian are you? Are you Norwegian, Swedish, Danish or Finnish?” she asked.

I stood there for a long time. I don’t want to be referred as a Scandinavian, I want to be referred as a Nordic person. Also, what if I’m Faroese.

After a while, I finally spoke. “I was born and raised in the Faroe Islands, I moved here 7 years ago.” I said.

Jytte clapped happily. It was pretty shocking because she probably never met a Faroese person. “You are so cool, it is a bummer that we have to control you guys.”
I smiled. “Thank you.”

After a while, lunchtime was over for the 7th graders. Jytte and Randhi left.

I waved at them. “Maybe along with Randhi and Nilufar, Jytte could be friends with us.” I thought.

Feeling motivated again, I walked home to school feeling happy.

Until I read the sign outside the post office. It was a sign for the Nordic festival.

Sighing, I took a quick look at it.

You are invited to the 35th annual Nordic festival

Live music, games, free food, and Events for kids.

September 22-24, 2023

Camping avaible.

Tickets at 25$

Sponsors : National Nordic Genealogical association, The Holm

Acossiation and Bunads by Sylva.

Worried about the festival news, I grabbed a flyer and went home to see if I can tell Æsa without her crying.

Æsa looked totally fine. She was dancing to a CD of a this singer named Kirsten Bråten Berg, who was a Norwegian-American folk singer who was well known back in the 90s, but was forgotten later on.

She was also wearing a Bunad. Æsa probably got that Bunad off Sylvia’s, which sells Scandinavian traditional dresses for very cheap. The last time I remembered, Æsa only had 35$ saved from her 9th birthday money. Maybe she stole some from Mom or Dad?

I did not want to make Æsa sad, she looked like she was having fun, but at the same time where did she get that CD?

I approached Æsa, lowering the volume of her music. She stopped doing her Norwegian folk dance

I kneeled. “Æsa, where did you get the CD and the Bunad?” I asked her.

Æsa shook her head for a while. Apparently having slow memory in my family is something genetic.

Æsa laughed. “Well, a girl named Annbjørg wanted to trade the puffin plushie you had for the CD, and I bought the Bunad off an older boy at my school.” she said.

I felt angry. Not only she sold my puffin plush I got before leaving the Faroe Islands, but she bought a counterfeit Bunad. I felt so angry.

Æsa had her fair share of moments of mischief, like the time she pranked me on my 14th birthday by putting soap on my cupcakes. But her spending my money is a whole level.

I asked Æsa who the boy was, and it was a boy named Skjold Ramussen, who was in highschool.

I went on a bicycle to his house to talk about his illegal activity.

I went really fast to Skjold’s house, I needed my money back.

When I got there, Skjold was with his Co-op sister, Ellinor Berg, who is also a Norwegian-American.

I knocked on the door. “Skjold, I know you are illegally selling bunads for cheap. Where did you buy them?” I asked him.

He was holding a sign from Sylvia’s. “I bought them off Sylvia’s and made them cheaper.”
I was actually less worried than we expected about Æsa . We returned Æsa’s Bunad, and gave Æsa her 7$ she spent.

The question is, who was the girl who has my Faroese puffin plush.

You might bully me because 17-year olds don’t sleep with stuffed animals, but I do.

Before we left the Faroe Islands, My friend Sunna Á-rógvu got me puffer, who was a puffin plush. He was the size of your average plush, and he was holding a faroese flag.

I loved puffer. I always brought him to school… well until one day in the 7th grade when I got him during a math test and distracted some kids.

Still, I felt heavy over Puffer. He was a prized possession of mine.

Everpane: Chapter 5, Book One

Sun, 24 Sep 2023 00:45:54 +0000

Chapter 5

Nicolas scrunched up his face. "Abbycat? You mean you're related to this moron?" He scoffed. "I would appreciate it if you didn't call my big brother a moron!" Azure replied, crossing her arms.

Zachary looked down in embarrassment. "Nicolas, meet my sister, Azure. She's younger—"

"Only by six months!" Azure interrupted, making Zachary put on a frown. "Whatever, six months is greater than zero. Anyway," he added, turning back to Nicolas, "our father is supposed to be joining your father on the Kingdom Council... You don't know what that is?" Zachary queried after spotting Nicolas's puzzled face. "No," Nicolas replied, "just pretend I don't know anything about the rich life. Well, I do, somewhat, but not like this. I feel like someone who has just been thrown into royalty."

It was true. This did feel an awful lot to him like being told he was related to the Queen of England and had to fly there immediately to receive his royal treatment. "Well, where do I start," began Zachary as he prepared himself for what Nicolas thought to be a whole guide to rich-kid history. "Let's see, we've got children here who are heirs of only the greatest families in America. Their ancestors did something big! We get sent to schools that not even the usual rich kid go to! Kingdom Academy, the most prestigious school in North America, has a camp sect, which is where this train's taking us."

Nicolas looked out of the window, eyeing the beautifully silver sky and the snow-tipped mountains just ahead. "Isn't the journey just magnificent?" Azure chimed in. Nicolas looked back at her to see her eyes were shining with admiration. "I've always loved the journey more than the destination. It's not only what matters most, but it's the most beautiful thing I may ever see in my life."

He thought about that for a moment. "What were you saying, Abbycat?" He asked. Zachary looked back and forth between his sister and him, "Which one are you talking to?"

Nicolas facepalmed. "Who do you think? I was looking at you when I said it!" He couldn't fathom how much of an idiot a person could be. "..Oh, yes, Kingdom Camp. We go to this camp for about 2 years, unless our parents want an added third year. Some people are smarter than others and their parents think that 2 years is plenty enough. That probably won't be the case with me..." He stopped.

"That just means I'll be going to Kingdom Academy and you'll still be here," joked Azure, nudging him in the shoulder. "Don't be sure of that, no one said that you were smarter than me," said Zachary, flustered. Nicolas just watched as these two bickered about, thinking of how the two dealt with each other back home. Then again, he'd never experienced living with a sibling.

"Elise Everpane said it," said Azure. Those words struck Nicolas like a lightning bolt. That name struck Nicolas like a lightning bolt. "...I can't argue with you on that. But not because I think it's true. Azure, Nicolas doesn't know much about his family." They both were looking at him now, his eyes wide and forehead covered with perspiration. "Who is she here anyway?" He asked hastily. Azure looked confused, but hid it better than Zachary did earlier. "Nicolas, she's your twin... Who have you been living with all of these years?" She asked softly.

"My aunt!" He boomed, startling the Abbycats. "I thought my parents were workaholics, didn't have time for me and just kept me with my aunt. I met my twin a few years ago, which hurt me, because they had time for her. It wasn't fair," he said, his hands now clenched in pain. "I visited my parents fairly frequently. My twin was always in another room. My father must have wanted to check and see how I was doing... But a little before my aunt died, I had no interaction with any of them. My aunt didn't tell me she was sick... My mother only told me when we were at the funeral, when I asked how the world could do such a thing... I remember my father," he continued, his eyes becoming darker as he told the story.

"I remember him having a static look on his face. And my sister, who was looking down. She was very depressed, and we never got to talk to each other. It was like she didn't notice me. It was like we didn't have the same aunt, the same life. The same family... But I loved my parents. I knew they did all they could to take care of me, even if they didn't have time for me. I knew that they funded everything for me and my aunt. My mother told me herself! She also told me that they paid for the highest treatment for my aunt's health..."

Tears didn't show themselves on his eyes. His body was just shaking, and it was all very concerning to see. "But the illness she had, the thing she never braced me for, overtook her. The only time I could have looked at her with that knowledge in mind was when she lied in her coffin... And I miss her so much." He bent down and cupped his hands to his face.

"Nicolas," Azure called timidly, "she didn't mean to hurt you. You understand that, right?" Nicolas seem to practice silence. "Thank you for opening up to us stranger kids.." Zachary said. "Does this mean we're all friends now?"

"What are you talking about, we were friends before this, Zach," Azure replied in an annoyed tone. "Not you! Us and Nicolas!" Yelled Zachary. Nicolas giggled softly, bringing his face out of his cupped hands. "I guess it does. But don't you dare speak of this to anyone!" He warned, and they both nodded vigorously.

End of Chapter

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