Jamie's Story

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  • Published: 22 Aug 2013
  • Updated: 15 Jan 2015
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Abby's life had always been different after her Mum died. Now Jamie is here, everything has got A LOT weirder. Who is he? Why is her Dad so irritated by his family? Could there be something about the two they never knew? When one friendly bond expands into something bigger and a huge secret is revealed, the two lives of one boy and one girl are torn apart drastically and in an act of what may be love, or may not, Abby is determined to set the record straight and discover what really is Jamie's story...

Cover credit goes to @LilyAnnaNightshade, thank you!

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2. Footballs, Two Fairies, Sleep and Shouting

                                                                                Chapter 2

 

Abby had not yet been caught by Jamie. Which was good, because being caught spying on someone was not something you would want to happen. She had so far watched him sit on his trampoline, get off, sit back down, then get off again. Exciting stuff, she thought as her eyes watched his moves. He had shuffled over to one of the dead bushes lining the perimeter of his garden, stuck his hands in and yanked something out. Abby couldn't see what it was, so she waited for Jamie to turn round. He still had her back to her and was fiddling with the object. Then he turned round and she saw it was a football. Oh no. Abby hated football, she never felt any enjoyment in watching people kick a round thing around a pitch. It was pointless to her, completely pointless. But she watched anyway, since it was the only thing interesting and she did enjoy spying on other people.  She soon noticed that the ball was growing flat, deflating rapidly as Jamie aimed kick after kick at it. If he carried on like this, it will end up- SPLAT! Jamie kicked the ball with such force it flew through the air and landed in a sorry looking mess at the other side of the garden. She watched as Jamie saw it, shrug, then climb onto the deck chair. He was just about to shut his eyes and fall sound asleep when two young girls with glittering wings strapped onto their backs with elastic ran out and started waving sparkly wands in his face. 

'Jamie, Jamie, come play fairies with us! You can be the slimy toad,' said one of them excitedly.

'Go away Annabelle,' moaned Jamie.

'He can't be the toad! He's ugly enough, but that would mean we'd have to kiss him and I am NOT kissing my brother!' snapped the other one.

'I wouldn't let you hug me let alone kiss me Maisie. And anyway, I'm not playing your stupid game!'

'Fine then,' snapped Maisie. 

'We'll just have to cast a spell on you, then you'll play with us.' Maisie turned to Annabelle. 

'We need a handful of leaves, a dead daisy and a ball.' Annabelle scurried off and came back with leaves and a daisy. 

'Where's the ball?' snapped Maisie angrily.

'What about that one?' suggested Annabelle , pointing her fake wand at the deflated ball Jamie had been playing with earlier.

'You can't, I deflated it,' said Jamie. 

'You did WHAT?' shrieked Maisie. 

'That's Jack's ball, he is going to kill you!' teased Annabelle. 

'I don't care,' muttered Jamie.

'I'm going to go tell Jack!' sang Maisie and ran off. Annabelle followed. Abby sat there, trying hard not to laugh. Cast a spell on Jamie? Him playing a toad? Abby tried to imagine Jamie as a toad. But she couldn't, so she gave up and looked back at Jamie again. He was still in his deck chair, and ever so slowly his eyes were closing. Soon he was fast asleep, his loud snores tumbling over the fence and into Abby's ears. Great, what am I supposed to do now thought Abby. If only it wasn't sunny, I wouldn't be stuck out here. Then, as if God had heard her, black clouds rolled in front of the sun. 

'God damn it!' said her dad, getting up quickly.

'We better go back inside.' Abby looked at Jamie, ignoring her dad. He had woken up, and had got up too. 

'Come on,' said her dad, so Abby stood up. He rolled up the blanket they had been sitting on. 

'Yuck! The bottom of the blanket is wet!' he said, wiping his hands on his shirt.

'It's dew dad,' said Abby calmly. Her dad frowned.

'No it's not, it's dog pee! Next door's dog has been in our garden again!' He strode over to the rickety fence and banged his fist hard on it.

'Hey, next door, keep your damned dog off my garden!' Abby watched as Jamie spun round and looked at Abby. He frowned then walked off, back inside. Oh no, Abby thought. He thinks I said that!Thanks a lot Dad. Then she stormed angrily back inside. 

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