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We pass the welcome sign for Port Christie and the sharp
feeling in my stomach grows. Deb turns down the empty
streets and pulls into the swim centre car park. Without
me at home its likely Mum wont eat anything or leave her
room. Id just gotten her into a routine of sorts: eat, shower,
sit in the sun. Im sure shell be fine again soon. Right?
Oh, almost forgot, Deb unlocks the glove box, pulling
out a stack of flyers for the Meredith to South West ocean
race, can you leave these at reception for me?
A few weeks ago Deb decided we needed to do something, give back, honour Camsomething to help out
the surf lifesaversand she came up the idea of an ocean
race. Dad said it was a worthy cause and normally Id
agree with him but Icant bring myself to like anything
that came from Deb.
Im late, Isay, getting out of the car and grabbing my
stuff. She holds the yellow flyers out the window at me.
Igroan and snatch them off her.
Have fun, she calls after me as Ipush open the centre
doors.
I dump the flyers at reception and stalk down the long
hallway. The centre is half lit and quiet; the gym wont
open for another hour. Ibreathe in the familiar air but it
does nothing to ease the twisting in my stomach.
The day has already started wrong. Ishouldve insisted
Dad drive me to training, like he always did, but when
Auntie Deb offered last night he just shrugged it off like
me going back to the pool didnt mean anything.
Lucy! Alix barrels me into a hug as Ienter the change
room.
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Hi. Ihug her back but my arms are weak and shes all
bare skin and bony elbows.
Youre back, she squeals, letting me go.
I drop my bags on the bench.
We better get out there, Megan says, coming round
the corner. She stops short at the sight of me.
I havent seen either of them since the funeral, not
wanting anyone to set foot in my broken house, but where
Alix texted and called me almost every day Ive barely
heard from Megan.
Uh, hi, Isay.
She closes her mouth and rearranges her features into a
smile. Lucy! Youre here. Its so good to see you. We gotta,
um... She gestures towards the pool.
Ill see you out there.
She nods. Yes. Of course.
Alix shoots me a WTF look as they walk out and Ishrug.
When Idecided to have a break, Megan was pissed.
Iknow she wanted to confront me at the funeral, all
straight-backed and edgy, acting like she hardly knew me,
but she left it another week before she called.
You cant just leave us like that. What the hell are we
supposed to do?
Im not the only backstroker on the squad, Id told her.
You mean Alix? Megan scoffed.
Shes getting faster. This season was Alixs first since she
lost a year to glandular fever.
We may as well pull out of the relay now.
I pull off my hoodie and shorts and adjust my
swimsuit. My heart thuds like Ive been double-jumped
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The water overtook him, choked him. But that was out
there, not in hereeverything is fine here.
My breaths go short and my vision tunnels. Ipull
at the straps of my swimsuit. Dive in, just dive in. My
breaths come fast and shallow. Iwrench my cap off and
my hair pulls loose.
Nooh god, whats happening? Get in the water, just
get in.
I cant
I cant breathe.
Everything bleeds together and Icant
I cant do this.
I run back to the change room and peel off my
swimmers. Sitting on the cold metal toilet, Idrag air
into my lungs. Igasp in and out, out and in. Its like my
chest is closing up and Im shoving my breath through
cracks.
Im going to die. Im going to die naked on a toilet.
Ineed to get out. Isniff back tears and press the heels of
my hands into my eyes.
Lucy? Alix knocks on the door. Are you okay? Her
voice is soft and cautious, as if Im a wounded animal she
doesnt want to scare.
I stick my head between my shaking legs and fight to
get my breath back. Im okay, Ichoke out.
Whats going on?
My clothes. Can you...
Alix slides my bag under the door. Igrip the strap, close
my eyes and count backwards from five in my head as
Ibreathe in through my nose and out through my mouth.
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Crowded.
The buses pull up and the students stream in. They
fill up the quad, the brick breezeways, the stairwells. A
tiny Year Seven girl gets lost in a pack of Islander guys,
emerging on the other side neck craned and eyes wide.
Fist bumps, squealing hugs, grasping arms, laughter,
shouting, cursing. Teachers shaking their heads.
I watch the first day of school unfold from the top of
our table in the quad.
A few people look my way, their thoughts all over their
faces. Thats his sister. Oh my God, how awful. Should Isay
something? What would Ieven say? Shes looking at me!
Smile, keep walking.
I take out my phone and grab my ear buds but Idont
play any music, my heads too full already.
I couldnt get in the water.
I couldnt do it.
Why? Iknow Im not going to drownI know it. But
my face going under, my breath going awayit would
come backI cant do it.
Lucy! Alix runs over and chokes me with a hug. Are
you okay? Where did you go? What happened?
Im fine, Isay, wriggling out of her hold.
She sits next to me. We were so worried.
Im fine, Isay again as Megan comes over.
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in the past few years than at his mums, whos more like
family than the auntie currently sleeping in his old room,
didnt tell me he was going anywhere. After the funeral
he hugged me so tight Icouldnt breathe, and then he
justleft.
I pull up iTunes and scroll through Cams playlists.
Funny how some things can change: a couple of months
ago all Iwanted to listen to was dance tracks and stuff to
pump me up while Iworked out or before a racedespite
Cams best efforts to educate meand now Ive taken all
my brothers playlists and I blare out the loud, sad songs
he loved. Ive found a connection in his music Ive never
felt before, and it keeps stabbing me in the heart.
I press play on PJ Harvey and stretch out on my bed.
At first the music washes over me and Im not paying
attention, but then Im looping This Mess Were In and
the notes are running through my veins, making me all at
once heavy and light.
And in that state Ilet myself miss my brother. Just a
bit, just a small amount that Ican take out of myself and
inspect. To say, ah, yes theres that shard of glass constantly
in my side, thats the one.
Nice music.
I scramble up and close my laptop. Mums leaning in
my doorway, the makings of a smile on her tired face.
Hi. Ibreathe out. Did Iwake you? Sorry, Mum. She
gives a slight shrug like it was nothing and walks down
the hall. Ifollow. The heat in the front of the house is
stifling. Iopen the windows and turn on the ceiling fan.
Mum slumps at the breakfast bar and flicks through
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The jug boils and flicks off. Ipour two cups of tea.
Ipick up the cups, heat burning my knuckles, and move
to walk past her.
What are you doing?
Bringing Mum her tea.
I already made her one, Lucy.
I stare at Auntie Deb, jaw clenched and heat boiling
up my back, then Idump the tea in the sink and push
past her.
I crack open Mums door: tea and toast are sitting on
the bedside table untouched. Debs used the wrong mug.
Mums is the blue and yellow swirly one, this one is just
brown. When will she go home? Were that well stocked
with frozen lasagnes she can leave without fearing well
end up drowned in our cereal.
I inch the door closed. A family photo hangs on the
wall outside their room. Itouch the glass over Cams face.
Eleven-year-old Lucy stares out at me, grinning with her
crooked teeth and hair in braids. You ll lose him, Itry to
tell her but she just keeps grinning.
I grab my backpack from my room and head out the
front door.
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Oh, wait, wait, she laughs, tying her hair back and
leaning forward. See if you can get it in my mouth.
We reach my bus stop giggling and half soaked. A
bunch of boys near us cut off their conversation to check
out Alix.
What are you doing tonight? Iask her.
Ooh nothing, why?
Well, theres this party and
There you are! Megan barges over to us. Ive been
looking all over for you, she says to Alix. Mums waiting
in the car park.
Oh, sorry. Iwas just talking to Lucy.
Megan directs her glare at me.
Hi, Isay.
So, youre talking to me again now?
Im sorry, all right? Its been a weird week. Idont
know why Im apologising when shes the one who barely
spoke to me for two months.
Anyway, we should get going. Her voice takes on
an odd, breathy note as if shes forcing herself to be nice
tome.
Ill text you about tonight, Isay to Alix.
Megans eyes narrow. Whats happening tonight?
Were going to a party, Alix says, her face lighting up.
At the cove? Her eyes slide to me. You have work
to do. With Lucy out of commission you need all the
training you can get.
Ill go after. Alix shrugs but her high voice betrays
her.
What was your best time this week?
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