Right. So I found this when trolling through some of my old notebooks the other day, and it's not half bad considering I wrote it back in 2011 when I was 14. A Jara drabble I wrote before the writing of House of Anubis became even worse than when they started. As in before they ruined the characterisation of Jerome :) Set during Series 1, around the time that Jerome is helping Mara with the elections. Enjoy Bg.97 xx


Everyone thought that Jerome Clarke was a monster. He was the the tin man without a heart. He was the one who only cared for himself.

They were wrong. Jerome had a heart; albeit a broken one. His parents had abandoned him in his childhood, left him to rot which is enough to hurt anyone. It's a hundred times worse for a child. How can anyone be expected to cope? He guarded himself; kept his walls up. He became a riddle wrapped in a mystery.

Contrary to popular belief, Jerome thought about others that weren't him. He loved other people, but only a few. Alfie was one of them. He was his best friend. The one to whom we'd told everything, and he'd lock it away for no-one else to hear, because that's what friends do. He was the one who was okay with the fact that Jerome was a complete arse. If something happened to Jerome, Alfie's heart would break even more.

Mara Jaffray was another person Jerome loved. He knew it was unrequited though. The way she eyed up the sporty lad from Essex. The gleam that appeared in her brown eyes whenever she would talk about him. Mick. Jerome felt a hate burn inside him just thinking of him. Mick wasn't smart, he was oblivious to the world around him, had no sense of humour... What would she see in him? Sure he was sweet, and that accent could put a smile on anyone's face (though the reasons may vary) and he wasn't ugly per say. He sighed. Why wouldn't she love him? And with that, the burn got hotter and deeper as Jerome began to hate himself even more than he hated anyone else. Mick made Mara happy. And that should make Jerome happy too.

Yet he wasn't. He wanted to be the one to tuck her hair behind her ears when it got in her eyes, the one who felt her lips against his when he needed fixing. Which he did. Because without Mara, his heart breaks even more. It shatters into a thousand pieces, each calling out to her as they fall deeper into a silent sea of black.

Without her, he became the tinman everyone thought he was. For how is he to love another, when nobody else can see beyond his cold, metal exterior.

He wasn't always so wounded. He thinks back to a time long ago, when he sat with his little sister. He'd play cards with her, call her nicknames and laugh. Even that couldn't happen now.

He was heartless, but still they were wrong about him. He wasn't rotten. He wasn't evil. He was a broken little boy. Hurting, alone, misunderstood.


So there you have it. Short, cheesy angst. Nothing more to say than that! Reviews are always helpful I guess, though I don't really consider this a serious bit of writing, so you don't have to! :) xx