Jaclyn Moriarty grew up in Sydney’s north-west but has also lived in the US and England. She spent four years working as a media and entertainment lawyer and now writes full time so that she can sleep in each day. She and her Canadian partner divide their time between Sydney and Montreal, depending on where the summer is.
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JACLYN
MORIARTY
THE BETRAYAL OF
BINDY MACKENZIE
First published 2006 in Pan by Pan Macmillan Australia Pty Limited
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The betrayal of Bindy Mackenzie.
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To my mum and dad,
To Liane,
And to Colin
With love.
CONTENTS
PART ONE
PART TWO
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
PART THREE
PART FOUR
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
PART FIVE
PART SIX
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
PART SEVEN
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
PART EIGHT
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
PART NINE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
PART TEN
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
PART ONE
I have never spoken to Bindy, but I am sure that behind her extremely annoying personality she is a beautiful human being.
A BIT TOO SMART.
you can’t help who you are, Bindy, and maybe you will change this year? Good luck with year 11.
I think you will change.
Bindy wears her hair weird even tho people talk about it behind her back. I’d change my hair, but that’s Bindy for you, she’s got guts.
Bindy Mackenzie
She’s a fast typist.
Well, what can you say about Bindy? Hmm.
Did someone say the word ‘SMART’???? Bindy!
You have words in your head that would be too long to fit in anyone else’s head! Because you have SUCH A HUGE HEAD!! Just kidding!! (kind of)
Bindy Mackenzie talks like a horse.
PART TWO
1
Resolutions from the Heart. This week, Bindy will . . .
1. Begin Year 11!
2. Consider her future.
3. Read the book: How did I get this dysfunctional and what can I do to change? (Britney Brillson, PhD). Photocopy extracts and distribute to fellow students.
As Wednesday wends its winsome way, so Bindy goes to:
1. Maths
And Bindy, pay heed to . . .
Lucy Tan—she was close second last year and rumour has it she’s had advanced tutoring over the holidays. May well be a threat.
2. Biology
And Bindy, pay heed to . . .
Tonja Slavinksi—her sudden flashes of genius last year were disturbing (to say the least).
3. English
And Bindy, pay heed to . . .
The teacher—it was to be Ms Lawrence, but I hear she took flight at the last minute. Hence: a substitute named Miss Flynn. Substitute teachers, like student teachers, rarely reach the heart of a lesson. Find a way to guide her to the essence?
4. Form Assembly
And Bindy, pay heed to . . .
Nothing—ignore their clichés! Use time to recite strong German verbs in a whisper.
5. Friendship and Development (‘FAD’)
And Bindy, pay heed to . . .
The point—this is a new self-awareness course and, quite frankly, what is the point? Can it be best use of our time? Seems unlikely.
6. Free Period
And Bindy, pay heed to . . .
YOURSELF! Go directly to the library, begin homework at 2.30 pm precisely, and continue until final bell. DO NOT GET CAUGHT IN REVERIE.
The
Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
Wednesday, 2.32 pm (in the library)
As with a knocked funny bone, so with life at large. Wait. Simply wait. Let the moment pass and your elbow will be yours once again.
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
2.35 pm
Consider a dirty window. If life seems suddenly dirty and smeared, simply wash the window. And life will sparkle once again.
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
2.38 pm
But how to wash the window?
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
2.39 pm
Nay, how to smash the window? And where to buy fresh glass?
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
2.40 pm
Turn from the window and consider this: people are generally good and kind and it is right that they inhabit the earth.
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
2.42 pm
Of course, some people have venom in their hearts. But venom is nature’s defence mechanism and who are you to find fault with nature?
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
2.43 pm
If certain venomous others—a certain Venomous Seven— have spoken ill of you, what is the antidote to that?
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
2.44 pm
Kindness is the antidote to cruelty!! Be kind to yourself! Behold! I will try it right now!
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
2.57 pm
And what, pray tell, if the antidote fails? What if the poison courses through my blood, already seeping into my bones?
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
3.00 pm
The solution, Bindy, is: move on! Why waste your time on seven troubled people? Think of them as grimy dinner plates arranged in a row in a dishwasher. You, Bindy, are the dishwasher’s fan. Set way above the seven grimy plates, you spin through the soap bubbles of life.
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
3.08 pm
Bindy, stop your reverie! Chew on a carob-coated energy drop and turn to your homework at once. Even if you just get five min.
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
3.10pm
Oh, who am I trying to fool? My entire study period has been wasted. It seems to me that my entire career at Ashbury has also been wasted! I have been so helpful to my fellow students: I’ve offered free, private tutoring! I’ve offered lunchtime seminars for troubled teens! I realise that my academic record may be intimidating, so I wear multi-coloured nail polish to show that I’m approachable—a free spirit! I hang little sprigs of tinsel from my spectacle frames each December! I know the birthday of every person in my rollcall class, and I always lead the class in Happy Birthday!
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
3.12 pm
Secretly, I admit, I find many of my classmates annoying. I’ve often thought to myself, ‘Good grief, these people are five-year-olds. Why must I spend my days amongst them?’ But have I ever said such things aloud? No. I have been nothing but generous to them, and have kept these thoughts to myself.
And how have they repaid me? Have they been grateful or kind? Ho NO!
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
3.14 pm
‘What do we care for her feelings?’
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
3.16pm
What, indeed?
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
3.17pm
Well!
The Philosophical Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
3.18 pm
It has come to this.
A decision has been made.
Pay heed, Venomous Seven! You thought that I was bad before? Wait until you see what I can be. You think that your words are incisive and cruel? Wait until I speak my mind.
You had your chance with benevolent Bindy.
Ruthless Bindy just arrived.
2
Night Time Musings of Bindy Mackenzie
Thursday, 2.47 am
My strategy is simple. First, I will contact the highest authority and expose the travesty, nay the crime, of Friendship and Development. Second, I will decipher the true nature of each of the Venomous Seven, and will hold up a mirror to their souls. (The blood-curdling screams that will follow!) (It will do them good.) Third, I will attend the next Friendship and Development class and I will speak the truth. Words that have been left unsaid throughout my life will roll like a rich red carpet from my tongue!
I can scarcely wait.
They all disguised their handwriting but I know who wrote that I talk like a horse. Me? The girl who had voice training between the ages of seven and eleven? Third speaker on the debating team? A volunteer at the Schools Spectacular each year! The girl who approaches those who seem distressed, and offers a shoulder to cry upon! (An offer rarely taken up, I admit, but never once made in the voice of a horse.)
This is surely a joke or a bad dream!
I have known him since infants school, and he always elevates his ‘r’s when he joins them to ‘s’s (so that ‘horse’ looks almost like ‘hotse’).
His name is Toby Mazzerati.
Toby Mazzerati is a cane toad. But here is what I wrote (generously) under his name today:
I admire Toby. He has struggled academically (and perhaps with his weight) over the years, but has found his niche in woodwork. He likes to keep up a low-voiced commentary on life, so perhaps he has a future in radio?
Here is what I ought to have written:
Toby Mazzerati should die.
3
Bindy Mackenzie
24 Clipping Drive, Kellyville, NSW 2155
The Director
Office of the Board of Studies, NSW
Dear Sir (or Madam),
I am a student at Ashbury High, the finest school in Sydney’s windswept Hills District.
Or, at least, it was the finest school.
It is my odious duty to inform you that the Ashbury gleam has been tarnished. Nay, I will go a step further: this year, the gleam is gone.
This year, Ashbury (in all its wisdom) has decided to offer a Year 11 ‘self-awareness’ course entitled ‘Friendship and Development’. (Also known as ‘FAD’.) (You need not hear my views on the acronym.)
As you no doubt know, this course is not listed on the Board of Studies website. Indeed, it seems that the course does not exist. It is an ‘experimental course’. It will take up an hour of my time each week but it will not count towards assessment.
Well!
As a student embarking on the stormy seas of her final two years of high school; as a student determined, with all due modesty, to achieve the best marks in the state; nay, as a student who believes with all her heart that this year will determine her WHOLE LIFE, I write to express my concerns.
Sir (or Madam), what can be done to save Ashbury?
I am enclosing a Report which I have just prepared, describing the first session of FAD. It took place yesterday— Wednesday. It is now the next day. Several hours have passed. I have tried to be accurate in my report, but I may have forgotten some details.
I thank you in advance and I remain:
Bindy Mackenzie
PS Please note that the address printed on this stationery is no longer current. I have just moved in with my Aunt Veronica and Uncle Jake (for reasons which do not concern you). I’ll write my new address on the back of this page.
PPS A note of caution! I assume you do not wish to be offended. I have therefore removed the disgrace
ful language spoken by my fellow students. I’ve replaced this language with words of my own choosing—these words appear in small capitals LIKE THIS.
Report on ‘Friendship and Development’ prepared for the Office of the Board of Studies, NSW
by Bindy Mackenzie
Session 1
The session took place in the storage room at the back of the gymnasium.
I could not believe this either.
But there it was, on my timetable: STORAGE ROOM, GYMNASIUM.
When I arrived, five other students were already there but not the teacher. These five students had each unstacked a chair for him or herself.
The chairs are straight-backed with curved iron legs, and are impossible simply to sit in. So:
• Briony Atkins (round face, blinking eyes) was tipping her chair back and forth, each time tipping further as if tempting the chair to crash;
• Sergio Saba (dark hair, burn scar on cheek) had turned his chair around and was straddling it, his arms embracing the chair-back;
• Toby Mazzerati (cane toad) was hunched forward, legs wide apart, hands dangling between his knees;
• Astrid Bexonville (green slanting eyes, black hair in high ponytail) had her legs folded beneath her and was chatting with:
• Emily Thompson (drama queen), whose feet were resting on the bars of Astrid’s chair.
I put my laptop down and unstacked a chair of my own.
I also unstacked several further chairs and set them out ready for others who might arrive. This is the kind of thing I like to do.
‘Wa-hay,’ said Toby Mazzerati. ‘It’s flying fingers Mackenzie. We got lucky. We got flying fingers Mackenzie. Whaddya say, maestros and messieurs, bindi-eyes troubling your feet?’ He continued talking in this nonsensical way.
The others ignored him. I sat down next to Briony.
Astrid, her ponytail swinging, was telling Emily a story about a friend at another school whose boyfriend had ended their relationship ‘on the first day of school!’
She kept repeating ‘on the first day of school!’ as if this had significance.