Tianna the Terrible (Anika Scott Series)

Karen Rispin

Author Biography

Karen Rispin is the author of six fiction books. She loved experiencing a mix of culture and adventure while growing up in Kenya. Returning to North America after high school, she earned a bachelor's degree in biology from Penn State University. After a struggle to adjust to being a North American housewife and mom, she began to find things to do. Now Karen lives in Three Hills, Alberta, with her husband, Phil and children Jennifer and Jessica. She teaches riding lessons, trains horses, helps run a rock climbing club, and enjoys hiking and canoeing with her family.

For my daughters, Jennifer and Jessica

Chapter One

"What!?"

My mother's voice came straight through the floorboards. She was almost screaming, but partly laughing, too.

I sat up to listen.

"Kevin, we can't go tomorrow," she was saying. "It's just impossible! A family can't dash halfway around the world on a day's notice."

Daddy said something, but he wasn't talking as loud. All I heard was the soft rumble of his voice.

I dumped my book and shot down the stairs. As I skidded into the living room, Daddy was finishing, "—special price we just can't afford to pass up."

"Tomorrow?" I interrupted. "We're going to the States tomorrow?"

"No, we're not," Daddy said. He looked tired and thin because he'd been so sick. He'd caught hepatitis (that's a disease you get from dirty water and stuff) at an African church leaders' training conference in Thika. Ever since then, he just seemed to get more and more tired. But his big grin right now made up for how tired he looked.

"But, you said—," I blurted, then stopped. I swallowed and continued. "I mean, we have to go to the States, right? We can't stay here in Kenya, because the hospitals don't have the right medical tests for you here. And I heard Mom say 'tomorrow'."

"We are not going to the United States of America tomorrow," Daddy insisted.

"Kevin, quit teasing her," Mom interrupted, then turned to me and said, "We're coming to Ganada!"

"Ganada?" I asked, and then it clicked. "Oh, you mean Canada!"

Daddy and I were both laughing, and Mom looked irritated. Mom gets her words tangled up sometimes when she's in a hurry or upset.

"Tomorrow?" I asked again.

She spread out both hands and looked at Daddy, "So your father says. I still think it's impossible. We just can't pack up our entire household in twelve hours."

"I'm sure we'll have help," Daddy said.

Mom said, "Mmmm," but she didn't look convinced.

"Well, are we going tomorrow or not?" I asked again.

"Yes, we are. I've got the tickets," said Daddy. "You run and get Sandy. We've all got work to do."

As I ran out the door I could hear Mom telling Daddy that he should be resting, not working. I just shook my head. I couldn't believe we were really leaving.

We'd lived in Kenya all my life. Mom and Daddy are missionaries, and we live on a mission station near Machakos. The mission station is a big, loose circle of houses, and all the people who teach at the Bible school or work in the Christian Education office live in those houses. One of the families that lives close to us is the Stewart family. I glanced at their house—that was probably where Sandy, my ten-year-old sister, was. Sandy and Traci Stewart are best friends.

But I didn't head for the Stewarts' house. I just had to tell Lisa Barnes first. Lisa is the only other kid on the station who is my age. She hadn't been in Kenya very long, and I remembered how much I didn't like her when we first met. She hadn't been too crazy about me, either. I could still see the grossed-out look on her face when I showed her a chameleon. I mean, I love animals of all kinds, and I think chameleons are cool. Lisa, on the other hand, figured I was just trying to scare her off. For a while it seemed like we'd be enemies forever, but then we'd had a wild adventure together…

I thought about that, and my fingers went to my forehead. The ridge of a scar under my bangs was still sore and lumpy from where a drunken fisherman had hit me with a pole.
That was some adventure,
I thought, grimacing.

It still made my head hurt when I thought about getting clobbered with that pole—but I guess it was worth it. After all, it was because of what Lisa and I went through that we finally became friends. In fact, she was my very best friend ever. Something else that adventure did was to finally make me quit rebelling about going to the States.

"Lisa!" I yelled as I burst into the Barneses' house. "Lisa! Where are you?"

I skidded around the corner of the hall and into her room. She was sitting on her bed with headphones on. She hadn't heard me, so she nearly jumped out of her skin when I grabbed the 'phones off her head.

"We're going tomorrow!"

"Already?" she said and then grinned. "At least your forehead is only pale green now, instead of purple."

My stomach got tight. "I thought it was almost OK now. Do I still look weird?"

She grinned even wider. "No weirder than normal."

I threw a pillow at her, then headed for the door. "I've got to find Sandy and get packed," I said over my shoulder. "I just wanted to tell you."

When I was almost out the door, Lisa said, "Wait, I'll help."

"Come up to our house," I yelled and kept going.

At the Stewarts' house, Sandy wouldn't believe me at first. Then Traci's parents started asking questions, so I told them to come over to our house too.

"That's right," Daddy explained to everybody. "Just before I walked into Menno Travel Agency today, a group of six canceled their charter tickets on a flight into Amsterdam. I was able to pick up four of their tickets for a very good price. We are going to have to pack up quickly and travel light."

"I know you need to get yourself all checked out, Kevin," boomed Uncle Joey. He's not my uncle, really. He's Lisa's dad, but MKs (that's short for missionary kids) call adults who they know really well 'Aunt' and 'Uncle'. Uncle Joey was OK, even if he did always talk too loud. "Where will you be getting your tests done?"

"We'll be staying in Calgary, Alberta, Canada, with Hazel's brother, Kurt Malcome," said Daddy. "He's recommended a doctor there."

Where?
I thought. I could vaguely remember Uncle Kurt—we'd gone to visit him and his family once when I was seven. But I couldn't remember anything about "Kalgry," or whatever Daddy had called that place. I started to ask Mom, but she just shoved a suitcase at me and told me to pack up all of my clothes that were presentable.

Pretty soon half of the people on the station were over packing books and dishes and things into boxes for storage. Our house looked like a bomb had hit it! There were people everywhere, yelling across the house to ask what to do with this or that. Lisa and I were folding up my clothes and sticking them in a suitcase.

It was hard to think with all the noise, but I didn't mind—I didn't really want to think. I especially didn't want to think about how I'd fit in in North America, or about having to stay there forever if Daddy's medical tests came out wrong…

My stomach hurt.

Lisa was folding up one of my old sweatshirts. I flopped a sweater over twice so it kind of looked folded. I couldn't remember ever being in Canada.

"Have you ever been to Canada, Lisa?" I asked.

"I've been in Vancouver a bunch of times with my dad," Lisa said. She held up my old blue shorts and said, "At least you'll be able to get some better clothes there."

I stopped dead and stared at her. Some of the kids at the mission's boarding school had nice stuff from North America, but lots of us didn't. "I'll look like a total geek over there, won't I?" I wailed. "A green-headed monster geek!"

Now my stomach felt like I'd swallowed a lead pancake.

"I never said that," Lisa said, and I could tell she was sorry she'd said anything. "The green bruise on your forehead hardly shows now. You'll be OK, really. Probably better than I'll be at boarding school for the first time." She made a face, then added, "Besides, like I said, you can get nice clothes now."

I frowned and thought,
I doubt it. You need money to do that.

Mom made Sandy and me go to bed early. She tried to make Daddy do the same thing, but he wouldn't.

"I won't be able to sleep anyway with other people in the house packing," he said.

I stopped brushing my teeth to listen. Sandy was listening, too, and her eyes were wide and worried.

"Kevin, you know you've got to rest," Mom pleaded. Daddy didn't even answer. He'd been trying to rest because he had promised us that he would, but he just wasn't very good at staying in bed when there was stuff to do.

I crawled into bed, then lay there, staring at the ceiling and listening.

"You can leave all your furniture here, at least until you know the test results." Uncle Joey's voice boomed up through the floor. "If you do stay in North America, we can arrange to have it sold for you."

I stuck my pillow over my head to shut out the voices. If we had to stay in the States, everything in my whole life up would be changed. I'd never sit in the gray rocking chair again, or climb the mango tree. I'd never get to eat another samosa, or watch another sunset over the Rift Valley, or read my favorite copy of the Mowgli Stories while sitting on the porch, or even talk Swahili. Everything—absolutely everything—was staying here.

My throat hurt and the back of my eyes stung. I swallowed hard. I didn't want Sandy to hear me crying, but I couldn't stop it. The salty taste of hot tears was in my mouth.

"Anika? Anika? Are you crying?" Sandy whispered.

I rolled over with a
thump
and didn't answer.

"I thought you decided it was OK to go to get Dad's tests done," she said. "It really is OK, you know."

"Don't you even care?" I blurted. "Our whole life is gone, and you say it's OK. Leave me alone!"

"Our life is not gone."

"Yes, it is. How do you know we're coming back? I bet you can't even take Roo. She won't fit in the suitcase." That was mean and I knew it. Roo was this sort of cross between a blanket and a stuffed kangaroo that Sandy never
ever
slept without.

"Mommmm!" Sandy yelled. "Mommm!"

"Shh!" I hissed, but it was too late.

"What is it, Sandy?" Mom said as she walked in. "I told you to get to sleep."

"Well, Anika started crying and then she said we're never never coming back to Kenya and that I had to leave Roo here!" Sandy said, all in a rush. I could tell she was scared.

"I did not!" I interrupted, "I just asked how you know we'll ever come back."

Mom sat down on the edge of my bed and stroked my head. Her hand felt cool. "You're right, Anika, we don't know. If you're worried, talk to God about it. He's always here to help." She was quiet for a minute, then she sighed. "I know it's not quiet in the house, and it's been a traumatic day, but we've got another big day tomorrow, so you two try to get to sleep now."

Mom kissed both of us, then she slowly shut the door behind her, making the square of light from the door narrow to a line and then disappear.