Jamie's Story

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  • Published: 22 Aug 2013
  • Updated: 15 Jan 2015
  • Status: Complete
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!


1. Through the Fence

                                                                                  Chapter 1


The only thing separating Abby and Jamie was a battered old fence that had lost most of it's stability in the fierce winds that had come down on the two houses over the years. Originally it was supposed to be a fresh yellow, like the centre of a daisy in spring, but the colour had been drained away and it had changed to a muddy brown, rather like the slimy sludge deep at the bottom of a murky swamp. Woodworm had descended rather heavily on the fence, you could tell by the large holes. It was due to these large holes that Abby first saw Jamie. 

You see, the pair were hardly ever outside at the same time. One might go out for five minutes then go back inside, then five seconds later the other one would go out for five minutes. But they were both outside for the same reason on the day Abby first saw Jamie. The sun. For endless weeks gloomy clouds and hammering rain pounded down on England even though it was supposed to be summer and for once the sun had actually bothered to raise it's lazy head and shine down, letting it's golden rays spread across the ground as it should do. 

Abby's dad (Richard) had seen the rays of warmth almost immediately and had ushered Abby out of the house even though they were still in their pyjamas. After Abby had forced her dad to go back inside, get changed, eat breakfast and freshen up (which she had already done) she then allowed herself to be ushered out of the house and out into the garden. It was nice to be outside then cooped indoors with her Dad fearing she might get wet due to the heavy rain but for Abby, she was extremely bored. She felt rude getting up to go and get her phone or laptop, since her Dad seemed so excited about getting outside. So she sat, letting the short blades of grass slip through her fingers and looking at the colour organised flowers that had blossomed beautifully. If only I had a deck chair, she thought. And a swimming pool. That would keep me entertained. 

Jamie, however, was rather different. He had a deck chair, although the legs were splintering and the fabric was coated in splodges of dirty mud. Around it lay crunched beer cans with liquid spilling out of them and stamped out cigarette ends. The grass which the rubbish lay on, or should I say in, was long and tall. It was coloured a disgusting kind of brown with a hint of yellow, like the type you might find in extremely hot places. He was sitting on his trampoline, a tiny one, that had a torn net and creaked whenever weight was put on it. The part on which you jump was sagging where Jamie was sitting, and Abby feared he might fall through. 

Stop spying on him, thought Abby. If he catches you, he might think your a stalker or something. But Jamie had not even bothered to look over at Abby or her garden, so she was quite safe to spy but as she sat there, growing even more bored by the second, she had every chance he might turn round and catch her. 

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