The lights in my jar

The lights in my jar

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Just a few metres left! I pretend not hearing anything since I have my headphones in- yes, Alyssa you're so smart- and hurry into our garden. In my head I'm already cheerleading that I avoided that conversation. There is a party up there. With drinks, a discoball and Katy Perry music. Little Alyssas are dancing, and doing crazy moves as suddenly someone grabs my shoulder turns me around and shouts my name right into my face. "What?", I shout back at him. He's one of the guys at the van but his face is unfamilliar. The second I realize what I just did, I put my hand over my mouth and stop moving or breathing or living. He grinses assertivly and rises his eyebrows. His blue eyes study my face and his hand is still on my shoulder.... Alyssa is a young girl who is about to finish school and start uni. On this journey her old best friend Austin decides to come back into her life. And not to forget her new neighbour Lucas who is not only good-looking but alot nicer than she actually think he was. Join Alyssa with dealing with old and new friendships and exploring love for the first time.
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*********************** "You're the city kid who's parents kicked the buck- fuck. I mean shit. I mean hi." He stammers. The entire family stares at Jack in pure horror. I burst into laugher, still to their horror. "Good one." I chuckle. Jack raises his sharp eyebrows. "You're fucked up, City Boy." He says. "Kieran." I say. "Bless you." He responds quickly. "No that's my name. Kieran." I elaborate. "Like the coffee maker?" He asks. "What? No, not Kierig, Kieran." I repeat. "Key ring." Jack says. I sigh. "I'm bein' serious as all outdoors, I can't say it." Jack says. "Maybe because you talk like a weed whacker." I say. Jack looks taken back by my comment. "You're funny. I like you...Kerin?" Jack says. "Keep trying." I say. "Jack, why don't you help Kieran settle into his room?" Roger suggests putting so much emphasis on my name, I almost forget how to say it. "You mean my room? Sure thing, Father." Jack huffs. Wait... I have to share a room with that thing? He looks like he bites. "Don't worry, Kieran. He don't bite." Roger assures me. Did I say that aloud or has Jack bitten in the past? **************************** Kieran's life is in shambles. His parents suddenly die in a car accident and he is sent to his father's next of kin, Roger all the way in Georgia. He doesn't know Roger, He doesn't like Georgia, and worse - they live on farm and Roger has 7 kids. Things don't look good For Kieran until he meets the very good-looking (yet ugly talking), Jack Matthews, one of Roger's 7 children and his new roommate.

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