Sarah
Midgen was three and a half when she christened herself Smidge,
misreading an envelope addressed to her: Ms S Midgen, and the name
Smidge delighted her so much it was all she said for at least an hour
afterwards. Smidge became an alternative to yes (SMIdge!), and no
(smiDGE) and everything else in-between. Eleven
years later and the name had settled down but she still possessed
that same excitable personality that sometimes over-ruled her better
judgement.
Now
was a perfect example: barely two weeks had passed since Gert's
humiliation and since Smidge had found the magic door handle that had
changed her life completely.
The
door handle allowed her to cross from one place to another simply by
using her pure intent.
It
was by using the handle to open a door to the pig pens that allowed
Gert's momentum to get the better of her, and now Smidge was known
as the David to Gert's Goliath!
No
one knew how she had done it and nor did they care; Smidge was the
talk of the school and she loved it!
She'd
never been a heroine before and lapped it up, letting it permeate her
every pore. She'd almost forgotten about the door handle, it had
served its purpose but she kept it in her pocket and unconsciously
fondled it from time to time. Smidge still did her best to be a good
student -which is what her mum wanted- and tried to keep her mind on
the lessons, even if they were a bit beneath her (being a hero, the
lessons should be about her!)
Most
of the lessons interested her to some degree except for Religious
Education. She was a little intrigued to find out about the real
David and Goliath but that was it; although there was a new teacher:
Mrs Norn… Mrs Madeline Norn.
She
intrigued everyone on her very first day by saying that the
lessons of the Bible were not dead after all. She asked how many
people had heard of Spider-man and, of course, everyone put their hand
up.
“With
great power… well, you all know that one..” Mrs Norn spoke
clearly but not loudly, she didn't need to. “Now Jesus knew that as
well, and would not allow himself to be tempted by the Devil during
his time in the dessert. He knew that if one possess power it should
not be used on frippery.” She spoke and looked directly as Smidge,
almost as if she knew about the magic door handle. Smidge blushed.
The
next day the limelight was fiercely snatched away from Smidge when a
new girl joined the class. She was already a bit of a celebrity as a
sprinter who had won lots of medals from her previous school and
Smidge felt her ego bruised and she bristled. No
one seemed to care about Smidge or her smiting Gert, all eyes were on
Rebecca and Smidge didn't like that at all!
There
was a school trip coming up to Lodge Manor, a new theme park had opened just for
school kids with lots of activities and set in the countryside. There
was also a maze that was one of a kind -made of wooden walls that had
not one entrance and exit but two so it was possible for two people
to race each other -to see who could get out of the maze the
quickest.
Smidge
had heard about the maze and concocted a plan to take Rebecca down a
peg or two. On
the coach it was very easy to suggest the race and no one noticed the
malice in her voice, except for Mrs Norn, who kept strangely quiet.
Rebecca thought it was a great idea and looked forward to trying the
maze out.
So enamored were the class about the race that it was to be the last activity of
the day and all looked forward to it. All through the other sessions
though, Smidge felt the surface of the handle, caressing it, keeping
her intentions pure to beat Rebecca.
Come
the time of the race Smidge even let Rebecca gain the head start
-there was going to be no contest, not really. The maze had solid
walls, just as Smidge thought, and with the magic handle she would
simply walk through each and every wall. (She had thought about just
walking through the first wall into the last corridor but too many
questions would be asked if she won too easily. This way she could
walk the whole time.)
So
intent was she on winning the race that Smidge never realised that Mrs Norn was following
her the whole time.
Unsurprisingly,
Smidge made it to the final wall, walking in a straight line, using
the handle where necessary. It was odd; the handle knew almost
exactly where it was in relation to the rest of the maze and with
each door that opened she could tell exactly how many were left.
When
it came to the last door she knew that she had to take a run at it;
to at least make it look as if she had made an effort.
She
made a dash for it, handle outstretched, ready to open the door and
banged straight into the still incredibly solid wooden wall, falling into a
painful heap on the floor. She couldn't understand what had happened,
what went wrong?
Smidge
picked herself up, placed the door handle on the wall and pulled.
Nothing happened. She tried again and still nothing. No, this
couldn't be happening. She needed to win, needed to humiliate
Rebecca.
Just
then the door opened and she made a dash for it, ready to receive the
victorious applause… only to find that she was right back at the
start of the maze again, right back at the beginning.
Luckily
all but one person were at the finish point, congratulating Rebecca,
but who was that one person but Mrs Norn.
“What
happened?” Smidge asked, despite herself, looking at the stupid
handle in her hand. She wanted to throw it away for all it had done
for her.
“Oh,
I think you know.. I was following you, after all.” Mrs Norn
replied.
“Why
did you follow me?” Smidge asked, concerned now.
“I
recognise magic when I see it.” Mrs Norn replied, smiling
benevolently. “Didn't it work for you? Why do you think that was?”
“I
dunno.. my intent was pure. I was concentrating on it all afternoon.”
“Yes..
I expect you were, and is that what you call a pure
intent?” Mrs Norn asked slyly.
Smidge
blushed suddenly. “No, I guess not.” She now understood what had
gone wrong. “It wasn't a nice thing I tried to do, was it? I got
jealous of her.”
“Yes,
you did. Remember what I said in class. With great power comes the
responsibility to wield it; you have to use it for the higher good,
not to make yourself feel special. You ARE special.”
“How
do you know such things?” Smidge asked Mrs Norn.
“Shall
I tell you a secret?” Smidge nodded. “I'm not really an RE
teacher. This is just to tide me over until I find my feet again. I
come from a much older knowledge… one that I'm not allowed to
teach… but I can talk about it, if you'd like sometime.” She
smiled again and Smidge knew that she could trust Mrs Norn with the
knowledge of the door handle.
She
also knew what she had to do next. Taking a deep breath she walked
around the outside of the maze to where everyone else had gathered,
walked up to Rebecca
and congratulated her on being the winner. Smidge also conceded that
she had no sense of direction and everyone laughed with her
-bizarrely, no one made fun of her and she felt glad about what had
happened.
Smidge
knew that, although she had lost the race, she had made a new friend
in Rebecca… and also in Mrs Norn. More importantly she understood
more about the magic door handle, and how to use it properly in
future.
1 comment:
I loved the fact that this continued seamlessly from part one, and am looking forward to what comes next
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