A sample of 'When it comes to Blood and Family.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a sample of the novel which I amcurrently publishing with another company. I hope that this inspires you to seek more of the novel.

Submitted: November 26, 2010

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Chapter One:

9:53pm, Wednesday 16th June, 2010.
Harrison House, South Windsor.
Ok, you arrive in Sydney, Australia. Go west until you hit a mini-city called Penrith. Go north until you hit a mini airport. Actually that’s a R.A.A.F. base, in Richmond. Go east until you find the town with the same name as Buckingham Palace. No, not Buckingham, Windsor, as in the castle Windsor.
It’s here that I live, where I hang out, walk around, throw a piece of bread to the birds and watch it crash into a tree, and of course, go to school. One very big problem: Name, Sadie Paterson. Reason she is a problem, anything you can think of.
Ok so who is Sadie Paterson? She looks like an ordinary girl, from Miami. Blonde, tall, developed, ok, maybe I shouldn’t say anything more. But for some reason, no one notices that everyone either likes her or hates her. Well, except for me. I just stand there and watch.
Enough about her. I’m Brayden Harrison, Year 11, reasonably tall aspiring journalist. My dad, Aiden Harrison, is a well built but soft colonel in the R.A.A.F. We moved here from New York after some terrorist planted a bomb in my mom’s armchair when I was 5. Moving from the U.S. to a small town in Australia seemed like a good idea.
Next, there’s Liam Vale, my Aussie best friend with short fuzzy hair. Unfortunately, he’s come under Sadie’s spell, but he seems to be a little more resistant. Lucky me. I go to South Windsor High, which is better than most of the other schools, but it raises the question, why is Sadie here?
Her foster father, Evan Fletcher, is a highly respected dentist, also from Miami, so it’s probably my suspicion that tells me she shouldn’t be there. He doesn’t like me for some reason. That leads to why I’m telling you this. Sadie is attractive, and even though she has so many followers, she likes me. I know I know, technically I should be really lucky. But I don’t feel that way. It’s like she was following me from New York.
So what’s the problem with that? My old girlfriend Gabriel Foster, gossip nut, has been making a lot of friends through her chat channel. And it should be blackmail to spread rumours about me, but she doesn’t want anything from me. So, I’m stuck with the problem that I have just explained. Gabriel thinks Sadie is stealing me from her. Which she isn’t, because I will never like her.
Back to me and my Dad. I never liked the general army; most of them are a bit ‘funny’, if you get what I mean. The pilots are the best to hang around. They have a great sense of humour, and they talk all the time about things I’m actually interested in. Well, that’s when they haven’t just arrived from Russia. Then, I don’t have a clue.
“Brayden, it’s ten.” My dad. I’m telling this from my bed by the way, at least for now.
“Ok.” It’s a Wednesday. Friday nights are better, games night at the base. Living in a house in town is a lot better than on the actual base. Oh what exactly does my dad do? I think it’s something to do with interrogations and extreme circumstances. I wished he would just go back to jet flying.
*
“Now don’t you let Gabriel get on your nerves.” We pulled up at the school, and Gabriel was waiting at the front gate as usual. Dad felt that she had been unfair to me by leaving me at the bus stop.
“Dad, she promised not to say anything stupid about me.”
“You sure you’ll be alright?”
“It’s another day at school. I’ll be right.” I closed the door. Dad drove off.
“Hey Brady.” Oh boy, here she is. Curly brown hair, flowing over her shoulders. If she hadn’t dumped me at the bus stop, I would never have asked her to break it off.
“Gabbie, there is nothing between me and Sadie.”
“Did I mention her? No!”
“No need to be sarcastic. We’re still friends right?”
“With Sadie around? In your dreams.” She walked off with Natalie, her extremely, wide friend, who’s probably heavier than Dad. And if you think Gabriel’s bad, you should see Sadie.
*
“Hi Brayden.” She get’s way too close to me every single time she says that. This time she had her head on my shoulder.
“Uh, hi Sadie.” Liam nudged me, with that look every guy gets from another guy when a girl gets close to them. I tried to ignore it. He’s a lot shorter than me, but so is everyone else I guess. He got the idea.
“I need a little help with the journalism assignment.” All that so she could ask for help.
“It’s due next week.”
“Please.”
“Alright.” She was in my English class, and I didn’t want to give the impression that I was mean. Still, it meant adding to the rumour that Gabriel was sending around. Speaking of which, she was back.
“Sadie, you might be getting into something you’ll regret.”
“I just need help with an assignment, Gabriel.” Sadie walked off. I tried reaching for her arm.
“Gabbie what did you say that for?”
“Hey I thought you wanted her gone. Changed your mind?”
“No. I’m just being nice.”
*
“I thought you might be interested.” Mr Parnell passed me a sheet that resembled a résumé. A very important résumé, the Mayor’s.
“Is this really the Mayor’s profile?”
“Yes. You won’t actually be interviewing him; you just need to derive a reasonable interview and submit it to me.”
“Am I the only one?”
“You have shown some outstanding results.” Wow. The Sydney Morning Herald. Problem was it meant I would have to choose between this and helping Sadie catch up. Funnily enough, she walked in.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“I don’t remember asking you here.” Mr Parnell has some issue with people showing up without being told. I wish someone had told him the Mayor was coming to the formal. It wasn’t a pretty picture.
“Brayden said he’d help me with the journalism assignment.” He looked at me. Now she was putting the heat on me.
“Why did you choose Advanced English if you can’t do the work?”
“Because this was the last class left that I thought I could do.”
“And why hasn’t anyone told me?” He always felt that he was the centre of the world.
“Because, she needs the help.” Something told me that Sadie wouldn’t be able to explain properly.
“Isn’t her father a dentist?”
“Her foster father.”
“He wanted me in this class.” Mr Parnell backed down, finally.
“Alright. I’ll give you extra time to assist Sadie.” He changed the date on my sheet. Sadie glanced at me, with that girly smile that meant bad news for me. I was helping, that’s all. That didn’t mean that I liked her. Well, to me it didn’t.
*
“Oh boy. All you need to do is ask the subject what he considers his top priority.” Sadie had absolutely no idea about what to do.
“He’s a council garden planner. I already know what his top priority is.”
“Just type it anyway.”
“There’s no need to shout.”
“I didn’t shout. You’re over-reacting.”
“Brady.”
“Please, don’t call me Brady.”
“Brayden. Why are you taking this so seriously?”
“You wanted my help. And I gave it, at the risk of Gabbie turning it into school wide gossip.”
“Thank you.” She got up, and prepared to leave.
“Wait. Look, meet me at the library. We’ll discuss things there.”
“Alright.” She walked down the stairs. I seriously hoped that convincing Gabriel to keep quiet would work. Sadie was acting strangely. She was hiding something. So it meant I needed a plan. I waited until Sadie walked out the library door, before going down the stairs.
“Need help Brayden?” The librarian, who always felt like she needed to help, even if she was bordering on absolute annoyance.
“No. I was wondering, do you have a book that has a list of Miami residents?”
“No I don’t actually. You could check at the council library, I’m sure they’d have some access to those records.” So why am I about to search Sadie’s background? Well, when you work in the journalism business, and you’re being followed by a creepy girl, it helps to know where exactly she’s coming from.


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