Helplessly, Mimi watched through the shop window as the garden slowly dissolved.

The Lake of Secret Dreams, the Pavilion of the Mysterious Way, the Dragon Wall, all became rivulets of murky colour that slipped over the curb and into the storm water drains that criss-crossed beneath the city. The pastels were lost and now too was the garden. And the rain did not let up until Mimi had cried herself dry.

Josh waved at her through the window, then entered the shop. ‘Hiya, M, I’m starved. Is your mum serving dumplings today?’

Mimi turned to face him.

‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ he asked.

‘Something terrible’s happened.’

‘What is it, M?’

Mimi took a deep breath, then, like a dam wall bursting, she told Josh about Miss O’Dell’s gift, the curse of the pastels, her meeting with Old Ma, the story of Empress Cassia and the healing power of the garden.

Josh stood listening in disbelief.

‘Wow! That’s amazing,’ he said when she had finished.

‘But now,’ said Mimi. ‘Gemma has stolen the pastels.’

‘What? How did it happen?’

‘She came to see me and stupidly I left her alone in my bedroom.’

‘It’ll be okay, M. Don’t worry. She’ll get the guilts and give them back.’

‘No, not Gemma. I’m really scared for her. Miss O’Dell and Old Ma said the pastels can be dangerous.’ Mimi buried her head in her hands.

‘Did they tell you anything about the curse?’ asked Josh.

‘No. I never asked. What am I going to do?’

Josh stood up. ‘I’ll go over to Gemma’s right now and get them back,’ he said with determination.

‘It’s no use. I tried that already.’ Mimi’s voice was tired and lifeless.

‘What about Miss O’Dell? Have you told her yet?’

‘I can’t.’ Mimi was almost in tears again. ‘She trusted me and I broke my promise.’

‘But it wasn’t your fault. Come on, M, you have to tell her sooner or later.’

‘I know,’ said Mimi. ‘That’s what I’m afraid of. ’ She took a deep breath and sighed then looked at Josh.

‘What?’

‘I’m scared for Gemma.’

‘Yeah, me too.’

‘But I also have this bad thought in my head that says I’m glad, I’m glad, serves her right. It’s horrible . . . You see? I don’t deserve the pastels.’

‘That just means you’re normal,’ said Josh. ‘If you weren’t meant to have the pastels, you wouldn’t be able to create the Garden of Empress Cassia, would you? Come on, M, Miss O’Dell has Saturday art class, let’s see her before she goes home.’

Miss O’Dell was busy at the trough washing palettes and paint brushes. ‘Hello, Mimi, hello, Josh. What a pleasant surprise.’

Mimi kept her eyes glued on some paint splashed on the lino floor. ‘I have something to tell you.’

Miss O’Dell wiped her hands on a towel and came over to the big wooden table. ‘What is it, Mimi?’ she asked with concern.

‘Gemma’s stolen the pastels, Miss O’Dell. I left her alone in my room. I knew I shouldn’t have. Now she won’t give them back.’

Mimi looked up at Miss O’Dell’s face. It still held the same soft, kind expression.

‘And the garden . . . it’s gone too. The rains washed it away . . . I’m sorry.’

‘It wasn’t M’s fault,’ Josh said loyally. ‘It was Gemma. She was jealous.’

Mimi’s eyes widened. ‘Jealous? Why would she be jealous? She has everything.’

‘All that attention you got with the garden, that made her plenty jealous, especially when your photo appeared in the paper. And who’s the popular one now at school? It’s not Gemma.’

‘Josh is right, Mimi. It wasn’t your fault,’ said Miss O’Dell. ‘Did you tell her how dangerous they can be?’

‘Yes, but it only made her want them even more. You know Gemma.’ Mimi sat down. ‘What would happen if she used them?’

Miss O’Dell’s face went a deathly pale and a shiver ran through her whole body. Mimi and Josh looked at each other in surprise.

It was then that a cold fear for Gemma’s safety crept slowly over Mimi as she realised that Miss O’Dell must have used the pastels too. But what was so terrifying that she could hardly speak about it?

A part of Mimi didn’t want to know. To her, the pastels were pure and good and beautiful. How could they be a curse?

‘I used them once.’ Miss O’Dell looked out of the window.

‘What happened?’ Josh asked. ‘Was it really bad?’

‘Far worse than I could ever have imagined, I’m afraid.’

Mimi and Josh waited for Miss O’Dell to continue.

She turned to face them. ‘As a child, I used to spend a lot of time at my grandfather’s small cottage in the country. He was a cook on a merchant ship and collected souvenirs from all over the world which he kept in a tall wooden cabinet at the end of the hall. There were masks made of shells and feathers and mud. There were strange shaped bottles, jade cups and statues, bones and necklaces. It was like a museum in a shoebox. The cabinet was always locked. No one was allowed to open it. Only Grandfather had the key. Every time I visited he would unlock the cupboard, pull out one of his treasures and tell me a story about it. I would never tire of these stories, no matter how many times I had heard them before.

‘On a trip to China, he brought back with him a beautiful box of pastels. An old street vendor in Shanghai sold them to him. Grandfather told me that the box sat amongst the dusty old painting brushes, ink-stones and scrolls like a sunflower in a winter graveyard. When he was leaving with the box of pastels under his arm, the old man said, “The pastels are not of this world. They can be a treasure to some, but a curse to others”. I don’t know if he believed the old man, but Grandfather never lifted the lid even though I pestered him to do so constantly.

‘One day, I found myself alone in the house. Grandfather had left his keys lying on the hall table. I opened the cabinet, took the box down, then lifted the lid. In an instant, my mind filled with nightmarish visions, and even though they were so terrifying, I had to draw them. I couldn’t help myself. I went outside to the woods at the back of the cottage where there was a flat bed of rock and began to draw something sinister and horrible. All the while I could feel it laughing at me. I was scared. So scared I ran to the house to hide. But when I thought of Grandfather and how angry he would be when he found out, I put the pastels back in the cabinet and returned the key. The next day, with fear in my heart, I went back to that flat bed of rock. All the plants and bushes within a metre around had died. And do you know what? Nothing has ever grown there since. It was as though every bit of life had been sucked out of the earth.’

‘That’s horrible,’ said Josh.

‘But you’re not bad, Miss O’Dell. Why did you draw a garden like that?’ asked Mimi.

‘I took the pastels when they weren’t mine to use. Just like Gemma has. They didn’t belong to me. I can see that now. They didn’t even belong to my grandfather. When he died, he left me all his treasures. I kept those pastels hidden away for twenty-two years . . . until I met you, Mimi. I knew from that very first day you walked into my class that they belonged to you.’

‘And now I’ve gone and lost them.’

‘It might not be too late,’ said Miss O’Dell. ‘Come with me to the staff room while I ring around.’

There was no reply at Gemma’s house. Miss O’Dell then tried Phoebe. Her father answered the phone.

‘Phoebe’s dad said she went off with Gemma at about four but he has no idea where to,’ said Miss O’Dell as she hung up. ‘Mimi, can you think of any place they might be?’ She sounded desperate.

Mimi thought for a while then replied, ‘Only the shopping mall. She often hangs out there.’

Josh nodded in agreement. ‘If it’s attention she wants, then using the pastels in the mall would be the perfect place.’

‘Right then. You two try the mall. I’ll go over to Gemma’s.’

When Mimi and Josh arrived at the mall it was closing time. The usual stream of shoppers was dwindling to a trickle. The mall was only a small arcade with a row of shops on the inside and another row on the street, but many of the kids from school used it as a meeting place and the empty carpark as a skateboard park.

‘I’ll meet you back here in ten minutes,’ said Mimi. ‘Hurry!’

‘Right,’ said Josh.

Mimi searched inside all the shops that were still open then checked the toilets. Gemma and Phoebe were nowhere to be seen. Ten minutes later, she met up with Josh who was shaking his head.

Mimi looked at him in despair. It was getting dark.

‘There’s nothing more we can do, M,’ said Josh. ‘We’d better go home.’

‘Yeah, I suppose you’re right.’ Mimi followed like a robot. She was too tired to think anymore.

At the top of Rumba Street, they said goodbye.

‘Don’t worry, M. It’ll all work out okay.’ Josh tried to sound positive.

As Mimi walked home, she thought how strange it was that everything could be so very good one minute then turn so very bad the next. Now I understand what Uncle Ting was talking about. The cycle of change – yin and yang. I wonder how long I have to wait for the cycle to come good again. She sighed and opened the door of the shop. Peppy danced around her feet, almost doing backflips, his little tail wagging furiously. ‘I love you too, Peps.’ She picked him up and sat on the stairs. Peppy lay his head on her shoulder. He could feel her sadness.

Mimi sat thinking – If I was Gemma, where would I go to use the pastels? I would want a place that was quiet, because I wouldn’t want to be caught. But then again, I’m such a show off that I’d want everyone to see my fantastic creation. Mimi went through a dozen places in her mind. Suddenly her eyes lit up. Ghost Gum Park would be the perfect place! Empty on weekdays and packed on the weekends. ‘That’s where she is, Peps, for sure.’

She grabbed the torch and told Peppy to stay. Only ghosts and crazy people went to Ghost Gum Park at night. A creeping fear began pricking her spine like a million icy needles. Mimi was neither a ghost nor a crazy, but she knew she had to go. She had to save Gemma and most of all, she had to get the pastels back.