A Hundred Types of Hurt

Millard Elliston and Kyra Ridley, both fifteen, are two completely different people from different parts of Australia. Millard is a country boy from Hughenden, Queensland, who wants to take after his dad, a cattle farmer. Kyra is a girl from Wodonga who wishes to become a singing sensation. When the two end up moving into Melbourne and going to the same school, the both of them are hit by different types of bullies from every direction. And when they finally meet, they find they have some chemistry and work together to hit back at the bullies. After all, opposites attract. Right?


4. Kyra

It took only a few hours to get to Footscray. I spent those hours reassuring myself that it would be much better. I imagined a brilliant two-storey house with plenty of elbow room. A bath all to myself.

I was quite disappointed when we arrived.

One storey, and it wasn't as big as I had hoped. The white paint was peeling and I could only just tell it was white. It didn't appear very inviting.

Straight across the road was the complete opposite of our new house. Two adults and a teenage girl were getting stuff in the house. A young kid who looked the same age as William was watching the car, as if waiting for it to run him down.

We got out of the car and William got straight out and ran around in circles with his Superman. Sometimes I wonder how he manages to avoid getting dizzy.

The inside of the house was only a little bit better than the outside. There was still some peeling paint and a lot of marks most likely made by the family that previously owned the place. Every room was connected by the kitchen. There were only two bedrooms. This shocked me most; I was not prepared to share a room with William.

"Kyra," called out Dad from the car. "Come and get some of these things in!"

"Alright, Dad!"

I came out to the car where Dad had already gotten half the things in. He handed me a box of William's things. I moved it to where Dad had thrown, it appeared, about a dozen boxes in a not-very-neat pile. I placed it just beside the heap of boxes, and began to turn my head towards Dad.

But halfway through, I stopped. I noticed a boy of around my age standing in the yard of the nice house across the road.

And he was staring right at me. When he realised I was looking back at him, his cheeks went a little red and he turned away. He seemed like a nice boy. And damn, he was fairly good-looking as well.

Once we got everything into the house, Dad could not believe it. He didn't expect that he would have to buy a bunk bed for me and William. Even worse, our proper food had been misplaced by Dad.

And that was how we had a chocolate bar each for dinner and slept in a bag that night.

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