Back My Spare Heart
Chapters (25)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. PRAISE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CHAPTER 1
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6
  10. CHAPTER 7
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9
  13. CHAPTER 10
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. RESOURCES
  24. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  25. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I stripped out of my pyjamas as I connected my phone to Caitlin’s speaker then selected ‘Led Zeppelin mix’ on YouTube. I pressed play, cranked up the music and was playing air guitar before the water had even heated up. When I was in the shower, I listened to another deadly song called ‘Heartbreaker’. I loved it: the drums, guitars, the singing.

In-between the little pauses before each new song, I thought I could hear banging. I ignored it, thinking it might have been a weird beat – I mean, it’s not like I was really used to listening to heavy rock, after all. And then I couldn’t ignore it anymore because the banging turned into Dad shouting at me to turn the music down. ‘Caitlin’s practising!’ he yelled out. All I could do was smile as I stepped out of the shower and dried myself. I turned the music down a notch.

After I’d chucked on my clothes and walked into the kitchen, I discovered that Caitlin had prepared fruit, yoghurt and almonds for me on the table, even though I’d done my very best to annoy her.

‘What are you up to today?’ I asked her before she could get in with any questions.

‘I’m doing a class with my instructor and then I was thinking about having tea with some of my friends.’

Some people have got it all worked out. I thought about how hard Mum always had to work to pull off the huge events she manages.

Dad came in all irritated, throwing his dressing-gown around him. ‘Where’s Caitlin’s speaker?’

‘On my bed, why?’ I said, playing innocent.

‘You might want to ask before you use it.’

Caitlin ate her oats, not saying anything, not wanting to be the bad stepmother, but I knew that she’d put Dad up to it.

I ate my breakfast as quick as I could, keen to get to school and catch up with Caroline.

In class, Michael fed us a line about necessity being the mother of invention and then set us the task of debating the necessity of modern inventions like mobile phones, wi-fi and online banking.

I had to hold my breath. I knew that Aboriginal people were doing things thousands of years before any other people in the world, like making high-tech cutting tools, conducting surgery with the use of medicines, and building objects like baskets that today’s engineers describe as perfect in terms of their design and strength. Despite this, I knew the common put down from whitefellas was that us blackfellas hadn’t even invented the wheel.

Michael asked, ‘Are hand dryers necessary? Are they a good or a bad thing?’ He told us to stand on a certain side of the room if we thought they were necessary, and the other side of the room if we thought they weren’t.