Welcome to Nariah: Part I

Hello and thank you for coming to visit our blog.

My name is Juliette and I’m just one of the four people who will be regularly posting here.

Besides Eric, I’ve probably lived here the longest. I was born in the local hospital, went to the pre-school in the shire run pre-school (Nariah Pre-School), went to school in the local public school (Nariah Primary) and I’m now going to school at the local High School (Nariah High).

I suppose that I could have gone to a boarding school, like some of the other kids my age, but it didn’t seem right as Mum and Dad didn’t send my older sisters away.

Also, Mum and Dad said no.

Ben was the one who first suggested that we do this. There aren’t too many blogs out there that have four people who update regularly, after all.

Or at least that we have been able to find on the school library computers. For some reason whenever we try to look for things that are outside out community and not related to what we are learning in school, the computers kind of throw a hissy fit and make this weird hissing noise – almost like a cat. The librarian’s tell us that it’s because they need new updates.

It’s for that reason that we have decided that our best bet for being able to upload our posts is to use Ben’s computer, because it’s newer and his Dad has really good Wi-Fi. I don’t know how he has such good Wi-Fi. I live right next door and our Wi-Fi is nothing like the Wi-Fi that Ben has. Maybe he just uses a different internet provider.

Who knows?

We’re still working out a schedule but we do know that there will be at least one post up on Mondays, with a few extras scattered in during the week – when we are able to post them around homework and some of the sporting things that we all do.

I’m pretty sure that Grace isn’t happy with me. We drew straws to figure out who was going to write the first post and I won! When I looked over at Grace after I realised that I had won, she didn’t look too happy with me. I suppose it’s because she’s so used to winning. I don’t want to get into it too much, because I’m sure that she will explain more about herself when it’s her turn to post something, but I’m pretty sure that that is the reason.

It seems silly to me that she would be upset about something like drawing straws to figure out who is posting when on a blog, but I suppose that’s why we’re not exactly best friends.

I don’t actually think that we’re friends. I don’t think that we have ever been friends. We never went to primary school together; her parents decided that they would send her and her siblings to the Catholic school instead when they first moved here. So we never really met until Year Seven, when she transferred over to the High School and she became friends with a different group of girls.

The more I think about it the more I believe that the reason that she even wants to do this is because of Ben. Not that I can blame her for being interested in the new kid. We don’t have too many new people move to Nariah so it’s a nice change to have Ben start school with us.

I think that I’m getting too personal now and I should really change subject.

The reason why Ben suggested that we write this blog is to document that last eighteen months that the four of us are going to be in Nariah. We’re halfway through Year Eleven and all of us are counting down the days until we graduate High School and go off to University.

Plus, according to Ben, this place is not like other places.

I’m not exactly sure what he is talking about other than the fact that we’re not a big city area like he is used to. Ben moved here from the Northern Beaches in Sydney so I suppose to him we are a little different, but we’re a farming town not a bustling metropolitan area. It makes sense that we are going to be a little different.

When I pointed this out to him he told me that it has nothing to do with the difference between the city and the country and more to do with everything else.

I think he might be talking about some of the unique things that happen here in Nariah. For example, just last week a couple of sink holes appeared across the street from the Pre-School, and destroyed a car when it did. The council says that it’s got to do with all the old mine shafts that run underneath the town that everyone knows about, but a few people are saying that they were around when it happened and they saw this huge Giant Clawed Hand reach out of the sink hole and grab Councillor Michael’s car.

I don’t know what Councillor Michael was doing at the pre-school because he doesn’t have any children that go there, or any children at all, but he lost his car while he was there anyway.

The sink hole, and the reason why it was formed, was pretty much forgotten after that because Councillor Michael started to have a fight with the Mayor over whether or not Council is legally responsible because of what to his car. Councillor Michael claims that because the incident happened on Council owned land that they should be responsible for the replacement of his car.

The Mayor replied, saying that he knew that that whole area across from the pre-school is a no parking area and still he parked there. Whatever happened was his fault because he refused to take notice of the well placed signs that clearly indicate that that side of the road is a no parking area.

Last we heard Councillor Michael was checking with both his lawyer (on whether or not he could sue the council for a new car) and his insurance company (to see whether or not sink holes/Giant Clawed Hands are covered on his insurance policy).

Anyway, Ben thinks that this whole situation isn’t normal and that documenting it in a place where people outside the community can see it might cause someone to come and investigate.

I’m not so sure.

We have a lot of people who drive through Nariah on a pretty frequent basis and none of them have ever sent other people to come and investigate.

However, I think his idea about documenting the next eighteen months is a good one. Kind of like writing a journal that you can look back on, but with different views on the things that happened.

Plus I think that letting outside people know more about the town is a good thing, especially if it means that they will come and visit – regardless of whether we have sinkholes/grabby Giant Clawed Hands or not.

And it makes the ghosts that live in Eric’s Grandmother’s B&B a lot happier if they have new people to haunt every so often.

Not that the B&B is the only place that has ghosts, mind you. There are a number of places that have them – the most famous is the Metropolitan Hotel. It has one of the bloodiest histories of any of the buildings in Nariah, and most of that history takes place in the first five years after it was built. For a while it was shut down until the new owners renovated and removed the really old bloodstained stone stairs from out the back garden. Now it’s really family friendly and the ghosts hardly ever cause a scene.

Unless you’re doing something that they find offensive. Like women swearing. Milly Harrison did always like to learn the hard way.

Anyway, I think that I have blabbered on enough for now. Thanks for stopping by, and I look forward to seeing you again next time.

– Juliette