Chance✔️

Chapter 26: Jamie

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We got home about 20 minutes ago, and Jesus, Myliey is in one big mood. Why?': you might ask. Honestly, I don't know. When we walked in through the front door, she ran straight upstairs and started to cry. The last time I went to check on her, I caught her writing in her journal. I don't know what she was writing, but I wish I did.

Hmm, let's think of some possibilities. Maybe she was telling her journal about how terrible she thinks we are? Maybe she was writing about what was upsetting her? Her wishes? Her dreams? Her goals? Her plans? The list goes on, so there are limitless things she could've been writing about. Who knows. Who knows what a 16-year-old girl writes to herself in a journal. And I think that, I, as a boy 3 years younger than her, should keep my nose out of her business.

On another note, Ash and Brooke have been invited to... well, the New Zealand version of the BBC, you could call it. The country's biggest news organisation has invited them for an interview- and it's going to be on TV. The girls are going all the way to Christchurch tomorrow, for it, and I can't wait to watch them with Kyron and Myliey. Talking of Myliey... she's been acting stranger than ever. Sure, she's seemed weird since the day I met her (yes, I even thought she was weird when we were dating) but especially this week, she's been getting progressively stranger. I would ask her what's been the matter with her, but she'd probably have a go at me. Maybe I'll ask her later, I don't know.

"Jamie!" Brooke shouts me from upstairs. What in the world can she want? She got home from the hospital an hour ago, and I've already done a lot for her and Ashlyn. You would swear that I'm their slave. It's ridiculous.

"What?" I shout back, "Can't Kyron do it?"
"Nope, we want you. Please can you get our towels ready? We're getting in the shower in a minute and our legs are too sore for us to get up."
"Seems like your mouth isn't sore though, doesn't it," I whisper.

"We heard that!" Ash adds.

I wish she would just shut up.

Sure, Brooke's the one who keeps shouting me, but she's asking me to do stuff for her and Ashlyn. Why can't Ash just ask Kyron? He's her boyfriend after all, and he's not busy at the moment. He's currently watching TV in the living room. Surely he can help the girls instead; not that they really need any help anyway.

Despite the fact that the girls don't really need help and they just want attention, I decide to help them.

Whilst getting them their towels, I swore that I wouldn't help them again, and they promised that they weren't going to nag me anymore. Now, that leaves me in peace. I can watch football with Kyron instead of doing stupid favours for Ash and Brooke- that don't actually need doing.

"And he runs to take a shot, he goes for the winning goal... and he scores!!! 20 seconds left on the clock and Fernandez goes and bags the win for his team!"

Kyron and I jump up and down, screaming in joy. Our favourite team has just won the league! And our favourite player scored the winning goal in the last minute!

"Wow," Kyron says, "I'm really glad you changed the TV to have all of the British channels. It's fab!"
"No worries, mate," I reply, "I couldn't miss out on my footy."

I'm not lying: I really couldn't miss out on my football.

*knock knock*

There's a knock on the door so I decide to investigate and see who it is.

"Hello?" I say after seeing a man who looks to be in his mid-50s. He has an unfamiliar face and I'm a little confused.
"Is this, uh..." He pauses and takes a look at the number on the door, before looking back down at his sheet.
"Is this where Lisha used to supervise? Lisha Sabreve?"
"Um, yes," I answer.
"Oh, great! I'm your new supervisor. The name's Ron. You must be..."
He looks down at his sheet again.
"Jamie. Is that right?"
I nod.
"Nice to meet you, Jamie."
I nod again.