The Brat Next Door

By Avril Sabine

Genre: Contemporary Short Story
Word Count: 7530
Trying not to be late to school, once again, Taylor almost ignores the noise in the garden shed. Thinking it's probably Lucas playing a trick on her, even though he's never played one on her before, she nearly walks away. He's notorious for them. But what if it isn't? What if it's something far more sinister?
This story was written by an Australian author using Australian spelling.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cracked Acorn Productions
• Release date: Jan 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9781925617344

Avril Sabine

Avril Sabine is an Australian author who lives on acreage in South East Queensland. She writes mostly young adult and children’s speculative fiction, but has been known to dabble in other genres. She has been writing since she was a young child and wanted to be an author the moment she realised someone wrote the books she loved to read.Visit Avril's website to learn more about her and her many books. www.avrilsabine.com

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The Brat Next Door

Avril Sabine

Cracked Acorn Productions

The Brat Next Door

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Cracked Acorn Productions

PO Box 1365

Gympie, Queensland 4570

Australia

978-1-925617-33-7 (Kindle)

978-1-925617-34-4 (EPUB)

Genre: Contemporary Short Story

Copyright 2018 © Avril Sabine

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Trying not to be late to school, once again, Taylor almost ignores the noise in the garden shed. Thinking it’s probably Lucas playing a trick on her, even though he’s never played one on her before, she nearly walks away. He’s notorious for them. But what if it isn’t? What if it’s something far more sinister?

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This story was written by an Australian author using Australian spelling.

The Brat Next Door

Throwing the last of the wet clothes into the plastic laundry basket, Taylor hoisted it onto her hip, tucking a strand of shoulder length black hair behind her ear. Stepping away from the washing machine, she reached for the back door. She was going to be late to school, but if she didn’t get them hung out, her mum was sure to ground her and she wouldn’t be allowed to go to the beach tomorrow. A Saturday stuck at home had to be the worst thing in the world. Especially in summer.

The door swung shut behind her as she hurried down the concrete path, putting the basket on the ground beneath the hills hoist clothesline. About to reach for the first garment, Taylor stopped. At the far end of the backyard was a hat, resting against the shrubs that lined the back fence.

She straightened, her brown eyes searching the area. Everything else looked as it always did. The jacaranda tree in the far corner had a carpet of lavender blue beneath it, from fallen flowers, the garden beds along the back of the house were a jumble of colours and the timber garden shed halfway along the left side of the yard still needed painting. She had no idea how the hat had ended up in their yard. Maybe it had blown over the fence from the parklands behind them. There was no breeze at the moment, but that didn’t mean there hadn’t been one earlier. She was tempted to leave it, but guessed she better do something about it.

Taylor strode across the lawn, bending to retrieve the hat. It