Other Brother

by Simon French

  “That’s the house where Lucas lives. And that’s Mason’s place. His brother owns that really cool car parked in the front yard. And the Imperial Hotel is where Liam’s mum does the cooking. And that blue house is where Ms Tabor, the librarian at school, lives. And –”

  “Kieran!” Dad had exclaimed, his breath puffing. “This is training. You have to focus!”

  Now, I stopped outside the charity shop, where Nan volunteered several times each week. Here, she was not Nan, but Erica, the lady with the unruly dyed hair and interesting earrings. She chose the things that were displayed in the front window. She listened to local gossip and told the customers jokes. This is my grandson, Kieran, and my granddaughter, Gina, she’d tell everybody and anybody if Gina and I called in to the shop on our walk home from school.

  I never heard her mention my cousin, Bon, but sensed that she thought about him more than she ever said. By now, there was a newer photo of Bon in a frame on Nan’s fridge, one taken two years before at Dad’s birthday party. Once or twice, I had seen Nan lift the photo away from its frame and look at it for a long time.

  I stretched my T-shirt up to wipe my forehead and then stared at my reflection in the window. My hair was flattened and wet with perspiration, my arms and legs as skinny as a stick insect’s. There were other people out by now, walking their dogs and making their way in and out of the newsagency, always the first shop open of a morning. Dad was nearly a full block ahead of me, and so I began to jog again, picking up speed until I’d almost caught up with him near the corner of Sheridan Street. I could hear the light slap of his joggers and his steady breathing.

  “You caught up,” he said warmly. “Well done.”

  I smiled. The run home would be easy.

  CHAPTER 3

  When Mum was in a daydreaming mood, she’d talk about moving to the coast. It made me wonder what it would be like to be the new kid at school. How would it be to arrive in the playground at a new school and know absolutely nobody, or to step into a classroom and have twenty-five kids stare at me as though I was a museum exhibit? I had always lived in this town and gone to the one school, and I felt a little sorry for the new kids who arrived from time to time.

  Some of them fitted in and made new friends straightaway. Some of them looked shy and lost for days after they’d arrived; they sat alone on playground seats, or walked anxiously beside any friendly teacher that happened to be on playground duty.

  I remembered one new kid who had arrived at our school, an older boy who brought his anger with him every day. For a while, he turned the playground into a battlefield, fighting other kids and being rude to the teachers. Everybody learned his name very quickly, and a gang of kids began to follow him around – which caused even more trouble. But as suddenly as he’d arrived, the boy left our school and moved on to some other place. Everyone felt relieved, and things in the playground got back to normal again.

  New kids often appeared after a school holiday break, and that was how it happened in the May of the year I turned eleven. By the end of that first morning back at school, I knew I’d remember the date and year, because of precisely who the new kids were.

  I saw her first, long before Mason Cutler or Lucas Xerri or any of the other boys in my class began the familiar routine of comments loud enough for the new girl to hear once she was in the playground.

  “Woo, she’s a honey,” remarked Lucas.

  “Go on, big man,” said Mason. “Go and ask her out!”

  “You know where she lives?”

  “Never seen her before. Go and ask her name.”

  “No way, you go!”

  But I saw her first.

  Because Gina had managed to lose not one, but two school jumpers, I was rummaging through the lost property box in between the main front door and the school office. Gina had forgotten exactly where she’d left her things, and Mum had told me to go looking. The school office before class time began was always a busy place – parents dropping notes in or paying for school books or excursions, kids coming in from the playground with bleeding knees or elbows that required either a bandaid or a phone call home. And big brothers like me searching the lost property box for things that annoying little sisters managed to lose. Most of the usual commotion I ignored, but the front door opening and the sound of strangers’ voices distracted me from my search.

  They arrived in a rush, and it seemed that a private conversation hadn’t quite been finished, because the mum was whispering something to the new girl, who looked annoyed and embarrassed. The two of them went to the office counter, and I heard Mrs Reilly, who ran the office, ask, “Yes, how can I help you?”

  It was the girl who began to answer first. “I’d like to enrol, please –”

  Her mum interrupted her. “I’d like to enrol my daughter, please.”

  I stopped rummaging and turned around. The girl had spoken as though she could hardly wait to be in a classroom full of kids she’d never met. The mum had sounded as if this was the very last place she wanted to be, and the sunglasses she wore didn’t make her look exactly friendly. I realised that I was probably staring and went back to my clothing search, as the mum and girl sat down on the seats beside the front door. I could hear paper being rustled and the busy scratching of a pen on a page. I heard the mum say in a whispered hiss, “I’m not happy about this.”

  “Well, I am,” the girl replied quietly. “It’s nearly the happiest day of my life.”

  I found one, but not both of my sister’s lost jumpers, and was about to go back out to the playground to find Gina, when Mrs Reilly called to me, “Kieran Beck, just the person. This is Julia, and she’ll be joining Miss McLennan’s class. Can you take her outside and show her where her classroom is?”

  The girl’s goodbye to her mum was short and strange. “See you.”

  Her mum’s arms were folded, and she had not once taken off her sunglasses. “Yes,” she replied in a tight voice, before walking straight outside and down the path that led to the street outside.

  “This way,” I said to the new girl, shaking off my surprise at how things could be for other kids and their parents. “I’ll show you where you can leave your bag. The bell won’t go until five to nine. I’m in Mr Garcia’s class. Your room is right next to ours –” I stopped then, thinking that I might sound too weirdly friendly.

  We walked into the playground before she spoke. “Kieran,” she said. “So you’re Kieran.”

  “Yes,” I replied, shrugging it off, “that’s me.”

  “Kieran,” she repeated, more to herself than to me.

  I let myself look at her properly. The new girl was tall and wore jeans, a checked shirt and riding boots instead of a school uniform. Her blond hair was unusual, long at the front and cut into a short upward curve at the back. When she turned, and I could see her pale blue eyes properly, it was as though she had travelled from somewhere foreign and quite different from our town and this school. Afterwards, as we lined up for morning class, her face seemed to be looking at each of us in turn. It was not in the worried way that some new kids did, but with a confidence I found fascinating and different. If she heard Mason and Lucas talking their usual silly stuff, she took no notice. It was the same with the girls in the lines close to mine. I could see them staring at the new girl and whispering comments to each other. Someone laughed loudly. I thought that Julia seemed to already know us all – the boys who could bully anyone who seemed the tiniest bit different, the girls whose friendships could turn mean and unpredictable, and the rest of us who filled the classrooms and playground.

  I wondered how long it would take for the competition to start, where everyone wanted to be her new best friend.

  But there was someone else new. They had also been put into Miss McLennan’s class, so at morning assembly time they were both standing just a little in front of our class. The comments, whispering and laughter began again.

  “Hey, there’s another new girl.”

  “No, it’s not; it�
�s a boy.”

  “It’s a girl, idiot. She’s got a plait.”

  “Well, how come she’s wearing a boy’s top?”

  I couldn’t tell right away, either. The new kid stood beside Julia and stared straight ahead. I could see then that kids were inching away from this other new person, pulling faces and maybe saying the sorts of things Mason, Lucas and the other boys in my class were saying.

  “But she’s got a plait.”

  “Like in the fairy story. Rapunzel.”

  “Hey, Rapunzel! Let down your hair.”

  “Let me kiss you.”

  “Hey, is it a girl or a boy?”

  “A girl, stupid. Look at the hair.”

  “What about that jacket, but? Doesn’t look very girly.”

  “Dare you to go and ask her if she’s a girl.”

  “Dare you to go grab his nuts. We’ll know if it’s a boy then!”

  “Lucas, that’s disgusting!”

  I honestly still couldn’t tell. This other new kid wore fleecy trackpants and a blue jacket with a motorbike graphic on the back. They had mousy blond hair, the same as mine, except theirs was bound into an long plait that trailed down towards the bottom edge of the jacket.

  While the boys around me joked and talked, I found myself looking as intently at this second new kid as long as I had gazed at Julia. And suddenly, the kid with the plait seemed to know that I was staring, because he turned around very slowly and met my gaze.

  It was Bon.

  “It’s a boy,” I said to Mason, Lucas and the others.

  “How d’you know?” Lucas asked.

  Bon and I hadn’t taken our eyes off each other. “He’s got a boy’s face.” My voice was flat, but my head raced with questions and disbelief. What was he doing here? His hair was much longer, though his clothes still looked as faded and ratty as I remembered from ages before.

  At that moment, Bon raised his hand as if to say hello to me, but I turned quickly away. I didn’t want anyone to know that we knew each other, much less that we were related.

  Mason and Lucas were hitting each other’s shoulders and laughing. “Check out his hair!” Even though, three hours drive from a beach, Mason had a mop of blond surfie curls. And even though Lucas was always fussy about how his hair was combed and flicked, always checking it whenever he walked past his reflection in classroom windows. I thought that was a bit much, but said nothing because I had tried for months to work my way into the middle of Lucas and Mason’s circle of friends. Laughing at the same things and saying the right thing at the right time was important.

  I was itching uncomfortably at the thought of sharing school with Bon. I wanted to know why he was here and, most importantly, when he was going away again.

  Later that morning, as the bell rang for recess to finish, I found my chance. I could see Bon over near where kids were beginning to line up for class time. I could see him looking around a bit helplessly, as though he was trying to recognise some faces, or figure out which group he needed to be with. I wasn’t about to help him.

  “I was looking for you,” he said straightaway. “But I couldn’t see you.”

  “How come you’re here?” I demanded.

  “I found Gina, and she remembered me,” he added, ignoring my question.

  “What are you doing at my school?”

  “We came here.”

  After two years, I had forgotten what his voice sounded like. It was odd and precise, as though he wasn’t used to talking with other kids. I was already finding it annoying. “What do you mean?”

  He blinked and looked a bit dazed. “We drove here. In my mum’s car.”

  “Another surprise visit,” I said. “Just like last time. Have you told anyone you’re here? Nan? My parents?”

  “My mum is visiting Nan this morning,” Bon replied. “Telling her that we are here and that I’m going to stay.” It was as though he wasn’t hearing the anger in my voice. “I’m going to be here at school with you.”

  My mouth dropped open at the word stay, before I quickly said, “Well, don’t hang around me. And don’t tell anyone we’re cousins.”

  “But we are cousins.”

  I took a step towards to him. “Not here we’re not.” Our noses were nearly touching, and I was close enough to smell Bon’s faint scent of sweat and wee. At least this time he hadn’t said that strange thing about us being brothers. “Have you still got the toys you stole from my room?” I asked. “Bet you haven’t. Thief.”

  I realised a few kids had stopped to look at us, and I stepped back from him. As I walked away, I turned just once to glance back. Bon hadn’t taken a step, and the look on his face was as though I’d given him a slap. I felt unhappy and guilty, knowing that I’d spoken to Bon in a way I never would to anyone else.

  I’m going to stay. I’m going to be here at school with you.

  Everything suddenly seemed out of balance. I wondered how I was going to manage having my strange cousin here at school, all the while pretending that we didn’t know each other. I knew he would tell. I knew that I was going to be putting up with other kids making smart comments about the two of us being related.

  The teachers had only just begun to emerge from the staffroom to take us back to class. Whenever they were a bit late, the class lines got noisier and noisier with kids talking and joking around, sometimes until the noise became deafening.

  Beside me, Mason and Lucas began a mock fight. Mason pretended to pummel Lucas in the stomach. Lucas flung himself about with loud, comic groans, before getting Mason in a headlock. Mason yelled out, “Rapunzel! Rapunzel! Come and save me!” Kids laughed and began looking around for Bon.

  “Rapunzel!” Lucas shouted. “Don’t kiss Mason. He’ll turn into a frog!”

  Then Mrs Gallagher’s voice sounded through the playground microphone and, gradually, all the noise faded. Lucas released Mason from the headlock and the two of them stood as though they’d been behaving beautifully the whole time.

  I could see Bon standing a few rows ahead of me with the rest of the kids in Miss McLennan’s class. He was easy to spot, with his plait and blue jacket, but so was Julia, because she and Bon were standing beside each other again.

  As Mrs Gallagher reminded everyone about waiting sensibly for their teachers, I could see Bon and Julia talking quietly – what about? Were they friends already?

  I felt a pang of jealousy. There was something about Julia, something that I really liked about her difference from everyone else at school. So you’re Kieran. When she had said that, it was as though she already knew me.

  At that moment, she turned around, her eyes finding mine. I couldn’t read her gaze or the expression her face held. She looked back to Bon and whispered something to him

  They were talking about me.

  CHAPTER 4

  Of course they would visit us sooner or later, Bon and Aunty Renee.

  In fact, I was counting the hours and minutes down from the moment Gina and I arrived home from school.

  “I saw that boy,” Gina announced. “That boy who’s our cousin. He was at school.”

  “Bon,” Mum replied. “I know. He’s in town with his mother. Did he talk to you?” she asked Gina, and then looked at me. “Did you see Bon?”

  “I saw him,” I replied in a voice I hoped sounded uninterested.

  Mum wanted more detail. “And … what did he have to say?”

  “Not much. That he was here with his mum.” I dropped my bag beside the doorway to the lounge room and started thinking about snacks.

  “Is that all?” Mum asked.

  “Bon has a plait,” Gina interrupted. “It’s longer than mine!”

  “He said he was going to stay,” I replied. “That he was going to school with me.”

  “Stay?” Gina interrupted again. “Stay with us?” She looked pleased at that thought.

  “What did he mean, going to stay?” I asked.

  “Kieran, I don’t quite know. Not yet.”

  I
thought of Nan talking about all the times she had left messages on my aunt’s phone and had no reply, and the months of not knowing where my aunt and cousin were. I knew Nan worried about Bon.

  “He said Aunty Renee was visiting Nan today,” I said.

  Mum nodded. “She did. And we’re probably next.”

  Dad came home from work, tired and unimpressed. “So they’re at the caravan park?” he said, leaning against the doorway as Mum assembled dinner ingredients on the kitchen benchtop. He was still in his work clothes. “It’s pretty basic down there, you know. Not much of a place for an eleven year old to call home.”

  Mum replied carefully. “I’m not sure that the caravan park is going to be a permanent arrangement.”

  I had positioned myself at the dining table, along with homework that I usually did in my own room. Nearby, I could hear Gina singing along to her favourite music show.

  “Nothing is a permanent arrangement as far as your sister goes, Megan. Is Renee taking her medication?”

  The word sounded like an alarm in my head. “What medication?” I asked.

  “Nothing for you to worry about,” Mum answered quickly. Then she added, “To help Renee think straight. To help her look after Bon.” She frowned a little. “Do you really need to be doing schoolwork out here in the kitchen?”

  “Honey,” Dad asked Mum quietly, “why is Renee back in town? What’s she after?”

  Mum closed her eyes and shook her head. “I don’t quite know. Not yet.”

  “She needs something,” Dad said. “Or she wants something.”

  Mum sighed. “Yes. And there’s nothing I can do about it, except be patient and wait to see what happens.”

  “What happens,” Dad mumbled. “What happens is that something will happen.”

  “I think it’s Bon,” Mum said. “I don’t think Renee is coping all that well.”

  “Ah,” Dad said. “I think I’m getting the picture.”

  It took until the weekend for my aunt to visit. Instead of the boyfriend and the big black ute, there was a small, ratty hatchback parked at our front fence. It wore interstate numberplates, a clue to where Bon and my aunt had travelled from.