Big Brother by Tracey Morait

Tracey Morait
By Tracey Morait November 22, 2012 11:43

Big Brother by Tracey Morait

Summary:

When his dad leaves for a job in New York Ash is left to cope with his drug-addicted, alcoholic mother Rhonda, who decides to move away from the life she hates in Bristol to her home town of Liverpool, taking Ash away from his school, his mates and his gran. Not only does Ash have problems at home with a harassing, demanding mother, he becomes the easy target of a gang of bullies at his new school, the Jessop crew, because he talks with a different accent and wears a hearing aid.

Then one day Ash meets the mysterious Big Brother, who wants to help Ash seek revenge on the Jessops, but it seems Big Brother has an agenda of his own. Just why is he so keen to help Ash destroy his enemies, and where did he come from? The pair strike up a partnership Ash is very soon desperate to break; the problem is Big Brother refuses to let him go.

According to the author, this book contains more than two words of profanity per page.

The author has rated this book PG-13 (questionable content for children under 13).

Excerpt:

Suddenly the pressure in Ash’s head was so great he thought it was going to burst. It felt like it was being gripped in a vice, and he couldn’t move his head away. In fact he couldn’t move at all, he was rigid during his journey through the strange mist rapidly engulfing Rhonda’s room. When the pressure eased, and mobility returned to his body, Ash stumbled on the edge of the precipice.

‘Whoa!’ There was nothing down there, just void.

‘It’s all right,’ said Big Brother at his elbow. ‘You’re safe.’

‘But where the hell am I?’ cried Ash. ‘Hell? Is this Hell? Hey, are you the Devil?’

‘Devil, my arse!’ scoffed Big Brother. ‘Nah, we’re in your laptop.’

‘You’re jokin’! This is mad! HAHAHAHA!’

Now Big Brother was a 3D graphical model of a human body, with green vertical and horizontal lines, rotating to show Ash his dimensions.

‘I live in machines, computers mainly. I had an argument with this MRI scanner thing and lost.’

Ash frowned. ‘A do what scanner?’

‘Can’t remember what it stands for,’ replied Big Brother, thinking hard, ‘but it’s a machine they use in the ozzy to scan your body for diseases and crap like that. There were electric shocks and bang, up it went in flames…’

‘You were in hospital,’ stated Ash.

‘Yeah.’

‘You died in the scanner? So you are a ghost, then.’

‘Yeah – and no.’

‘Wha’?’ exclaimed Ash. ‘Either you are a ghost or you’re not!’

Big Brother laughed. ‘It’s complicated, lad.’

‘It sounds it!’ Ash snorted. ‘So go on, tell me the rest. What about Avenger?’

‘I can’t tell you all of it now.’ Big Brother was back in his Rambo gear. ‘It’s a bloody long story, and I have to go soon. I’ll tell you about Avenger, though. Want to see something cool first? Look

down there. Go on, you won’t fall.’

So Ash looked down. The void had been replaced by a scene in a shop: Mr Singh’s shop. Mr Singh was trying to defend himself against Lee Jessop and his mates, Terry Hale and Cal Iles, while they were laying into him with fists flying. Jessop had a knife. Suddenly the shop door flew open, and a black cloud swept in, sending bottles, sweets, crisps and the newspaper stand flying everywhere. Jessop, Hale and Iles melted away from Mr Singh, all staring as the cloud swirled around them, until at last Big Brother emerged from its chaos, floating before them like an ominous spirit.

‘Get out, or I’ll cut yer!’ stammered Jessop, waving the knife wildly.

Hale and Iles tried to back away. Iles tripped over Mr Singh’s legs, and fell onto his backside, while Hale fell over the prostrate newspaper stand. Big Brother held his palms towards them, and they both rose slowly towards the ceiling, kicking their legs, waving their arms, and squealing in fright. The knife flew out of Jessop’s hand, and started to swipe at him. He couldn’t dodge it; it had him in its control. Jessop was screaming with every cut, pleading for his life as the blood dripped from his body.

‘Shit!’ muttered Ash.

‘Come off it, Ash,’ Big Brother nudged him, ‘you’re loving this!’

It was true.

At that moment Ash’s view was obscured by the cloud thickening, and he was unable to see or hear what happened next. Seconds later he was looking at the void again. He took a deep breath, partly to calm himself down, and partly because he thought he was about to throw up.

‘I hated Lee Jessop,’ he said. ‘I always wished he was dead; but that’s a bit OTT, that is!’

‘Lee Jessop was more dangerous than you know,’ said Big Brother. ‘He got what was coming to him, mate.’

Copyright© Tracey Morait. All rights reserved.

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