Jasey Rae

Jasey Rae

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Genre: Young Adult

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Genre: Young Adult

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I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire. I've never lit a match with attempt to start a fire, but recently the flames are getting out of control.
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Summary

I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire. I've never lit a match with attempt to start a fire, but recently the flames are getting out of control.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Jasey Rae

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I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire. I've never lit a match with attempt to start a fire, but recently the flames are getting out of control.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 24, 2010

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: September 24, 2010

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Jasey laid amongst the drying weeds and cracked and dusty earth. The soil touched her stomach where her shirt had slid up slightly. She was using the tip of her index finger to trace swirls in the black water. Dusk was fast approaching and took everything in it's midst; the warmth, the light, the hum of birds contrasted with the creatures of the forest.
A cool quiet and chilling breeze now swam through the trees and disturbed the lake.
Jasey shifted and flicked back her long, shocking red hair. It was evenings like this-
"JASEY! FOOD!" Jasey sighed and kept writing.
-that Jasey liked to-
To what? Jasey's train of thought had been whisked away with her father's shouts. Still she lay there.
"JASEY! Put down that freakin' book and-"
"I'm coming!"
"So's Christmas..."
Jasey sighed again, this time unsettling the dirt. She coughed and pushed herself up as the flaking earth clouded her face. Her writing book dropped a few loose pages and she hurried to organise the scattered paper. One leaf floated and landed weightlessly atop of the dissappearing lake. Like everything around the place, the old water hole was becoming lifeless and quickly decreasing the value of the land.
It was a warm summer afternoon and it wouldn't be dark until an hour later. 7PM.
Jasey walked through the dead "forest" as she liked to call it, thought it was merely grouped trees near the back of her property. She walked along the embossed path her daily trips had left. It wasn't a long way from the rapidly-decaying lake to the house, but the slight enclimb made Jasey break a sweat, even though the heat wave had broken earlier that day and the temperature had spiraled downwards and reached the all-time low since mid-November; 27 degrees. Earlier the same week it had climaxed at a sweltering 46.
Jasey cursed at the typical Queensland weather as she started climbing the stairs. There were six: that's not including the one second to the top that had snapped in winter. By now Jasey was used to jumping the step but at times her father still forgot and cussed and promised he would get it fixed the next week.
All the windows in the house had been pried open in desperate attempt to catch a breeze every now or then.
When Jasey walked into the cluttered hall she heard her father's TV show. He was sitting in his usual seat- the sunken side of the once clean, once bright blue chair which held two; unless Jasey's dad was sitting there. In that case, it was his seat and everyone else could bugger off.
The couch didn't match the surroundings at all when it had first been bought home. Though second hand, it was beautifully kempt and stood out between the overflowing brown bookshelf which took up the better half of the room and the dirty white carpet which now looked more grey and mysteriously brown in spots. Now though, a year or so later, the couch was cigarette ash-stained, torn open from Jasey's brother's footy boots and covered in cat hair.
Loved, her Mum said.
Her Dad was sitting on the edge of his seat. His greying hair had been tacily dyed black but the regrowth showed. His lightly blood-shot eyes were an extreme blue and they seemed to bulge slightly when he yelled. He was watching Deal Or No Deal on the $30 TV they had gotten 'practically free' at a garage sale. It's maximum volume was 36 so everyone had to be quiet other than him or he wouldn't be able to hear.
It always annoyed Jasey that the volume button stopped at 36. Why couldn't it go to a number ending in 5 or 0?
Jasey's mother was standing in the large archway between the loungeroom and the dining room/kitchen. She was holding a spatular in her left hand and wearing a pink apron over her small figure. She was a short lady and had a plentiful amount of wavy brown hair that almost reached her waist.
When the screen door slammed Jasey's Mum looked away from the show.
"Dinners on the counter, Jase."
"Can I eat in my room?" I asked making my way to the kitchen.
"I'd prefer if you didn't."
"I bet Ian and Lleyton are."
Jasey's Mum sighed. "Fine, if you must..," she said, going back to the stove and trying to flip an egg that had welded itself to the frying pan.
She wasn't the best cook, but Jasey knew that just so long as her father stayed away from the kitchen the household would be safe.
Jasey picked up the plate from the counter and started walking towards her room, the second door on the right. She balanced her book under her arm and the plate on one hand and turned the handle with the other.
Her room was just a room. She never imagined it as anything other than a room. She liked it the way it was. She had a big window on the far side of the room that was shut, even in the heat. There were long orange drapes hanging in front of the window that cast a glow on everything in sight. Her bed was low and never made. The bookcase, dresser and desk were overflowing with things from a lava lamp to horse trophies that her grandfather had given her. The floor was not to be seen- not now, not ever. No matter how much Jasey's parents complained, she thought her room was perfect.
Jasey set herself up on the bed: she crossed her legs and laid back on a mound of pillows and stuffed animals, the plate with a piece of steak, some lettuce, an egg and chips on her left knee and her writing book open on her right. She took the pen out from the spirals and started writing where she had left off.
It was evenings like this that Jasey liked to let everything go. To embrace frivolity.
There was rustling in the leaves behind her: Jasey ignored it. There were plenty of animals out here, none of which were likely to hurt her. Though she wouldn't admit it, Jasey jumped unintentionally when a hand landed on her back.
She pretended she hadn't as she looked to her side and saw a boy around her age; slightly older, laying beside her.
"Haven't seen you around here in a while," she said calmly, turning back to the water.
The boy ignored her comment and reached out infront of them both to take the hand that was drawing in the water.
"I missed you," he said. She started humming, gently, quietly.
"What was it like?"
"What was what like?" Jasey took her time answering. Finding the words to answer, really.
"Getting away from this absolutely isolated, beleaguerment of a town."
"You know, you haven't changed one bit." He leant over and put his lips to Jasey's temple.
Jasey smiled. It was easy. There was no one who could make her smile better than Drew.
"I was only supposed to be out here a short while," Jasey admitted, her thoughts meandering back to the house at the top of the hill. It wasn't even a hill, really. Just a slope. There was a slope on any way she looked; the lake was like the center of it all.
"I'll walk you back up," Drew offered.
Jasey nodded. He helped her up and dusted off her stomach before pulling her into a strong embrace. It had been cold laying in the dirt and Drew's body was warm, his clothing smelled like sawdust. She hadn't hugged him for months.
She didn't say it aloud, but she had missed him too, a lot.
They made their way back to the house. Everything was in blossom and the house looked perfect in the darkening light. Slightly eerie, though beautiful.
Jasey opened the high, brass door and turned. Drew was standing awkwardly with his hands in his pockets, not sure whether he was welcome inside.
"Well?" Jasey said, signalling for him to go first.
"Your parents?"
Jasey rolled her eyes. "Will be happy to see you. Come on!"
"It's late, Jase. I should probably head home."
"You've only just gotten here. Please?"
Drew sighed and took his hands out of his jeans. "Oh, fine."
Jasey followed behind him and took in the look on her Dad's face when he saw Drew. He was shocked; yes. Jasey knew he would be. But he was also ... upset? He looked dissappointed even.
"Sir," Drew nodded.
"Drew, we- we uhh, we didn't realise you were coming back." Jasey's Dad spluttered over his words and she furrowed her brow.
"I'm sorry for showing up so suddenly. Jasey insisted-"
The scene was so lovely, yet so sorrowed. The old grandfather clock in the background struck 5:30. There was a certain thrill to the atmosphere, something Jasey couldn't quite take a hold of.
"No need for explanations," Jaseys mother insisted. She was a beautiful lady who would invite a perfect stranger into the house just so long as he or she could hold a conversation.
Not that there were many strangers around here. Just strange people. Yeah, there were plenty of those.


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