Meeting Macey

Chapter Two-Chores and Chums

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I hope you like the cliffhanger that may end the chapter, stay tuned for the surprise of the century!!

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The revving of the quad bike outside my window suggests that it's my morning duty to feed the chooks. "Hey Slack, get up!" Liam roared the ought the fly screen. We always used nasty names and retorted back to one another. "If I get up Hobo, you better promise me that the Blues will win origin." I laughed, knowing there is high doubt in that happening.

After practically crawling out of bed, combing my messy bun, changing a top, shoving my boots on and grabbing a muesli bar; I was set to go.

I crossed my arms like a petty toddler. He sighed. "Now what Macey? We have to get this shit done before 8 otherwise dad's gonna make us skip breakfast!" "Is that all you think about Liam? Food and girls? Besides I want to drive." I smirked waiting for him to throw in the towel like always.

"Fine." That word pleased my Morning as I sat on the quad bike and sped to the north east direction of the farm, past the two water tanks and the bike jump (That Locky once made out of pure stupidity) and we finally reached the chook pen. "What did they eat?" Liam cried making me have constant laughing fits. "They're probably traumatised after your arrival." I said scooping the eggs as he raked out the pellets of manure. "You have to feed them otherwise ill dump all the shit on you!" He chuckled. I knew he would, he had done it to me before so without thought I moaned in annoyance. "Fine." After feeding the chooks, it was time to head back.

Driving back, Liam did the idiotic titanic position on the back of the Honda machine. "Look Macey, I'm flying!" He quoted making me laugh as I pulled up outside the front porch.

He ran past the sliding door to find the daily around the table. "7:52." I mumbled sitting beside Saraya who was entering a gothic stage that we constantly teased her about. I grabbed a piece of toast as Locky pulled her earphones out of her head and she furiously looked up. "What?" She said obviously aggravated. "If you wear too much black, people will begin mistaking you as aunt Agnes." He said as we all laughed in fits, after trying not to smile too much. Aunt Agnes is our great aunt who lives out the back and exaggerates death too much, like when my pet turtle of 3 years died, she wore black for 3 symbolising months and mourned her grave everyday.

"Shut up! You all have no perspective on grief or loss that's expressed through goth spirituality!" That made up laugh harder, Locky falling on the floor grabbing his stomach. "Oh get up Locky!" Mum cried between laughing and sipping her daily coffee.

"Hey Mace, want to take out the bikes for some jumps?" Locky offered. "Yeah and we can test out the planks and see how much weight they can handle!" Liam pitched in. "Fine as long as dad allows me to go to Sydney next fall!" He chuckled. "Not this again." He said rolling his eyes. I was already walking out by time mum added "Be safe." "Always am." I exclaimed as I jumped on Locky's back and he ran around to the bikes.

"Sheddie the Honda 150!" Liam yelled as he ran ahead of us. I jumped off Lock's back and ran for the Honda 140 but he beat me to it." "Dammit" I said kicking the tyre of the dead Honda that we have had since I was 21. I sat on it anyway. "Hey, we using the helmets?" I asked curiously. "Nah, won't need it. We're only doing small jumps." Liam stated. "Kay." I said kicking the heel and speeding off, waiting on the gravel trail 200 metres away from the shed the boys are coming out of.

After several plank attempts, Locky called out: "Macey! Do the trail I set up and jump from the wooden plank!" I shook my head ferociously but he said: "I'll help push dad into letting you go to Sydney!" That was all the motivation necessary.

They stayed up the path as I jumped the first mini jump and revving up on the plank of wood for the big jump. "Ready!" I call out braking for the audience call and response. "YES!" I went for it but the steering wheel began taking control, the handles were twisting my wrists in pain as I plummeted to misery from the 5 metre "medium" jump.

I groaned, and I moaned and then there was silence. I had blacked out.