Below is an excerpt from a Short Story I’ve yet to complete. If anyone would like to read more, please comment on this WordPress site.
Samuel arrived at school a little earlier than usual and padlocked his bicycle at the rack. It was wintery late May, sunny but a crisp morning and his fingers felt frozen from the ride in.
He scanned the already busy playground area that he would have to cross, looking for his usual tormentors, Richard and Ben.
The relatively safety of the classrooms was on the other side of the playground. If there were no teachers inside, at least they would be nearby; their mere presence would prevent Richard and Ben doing what they loved to do.
At eleven years old, Richard and Ben were the same age as him. Similarities ended with age however. Samuel was taller and stronger than either of them. For some reason these patently obvious facts escaped him.
At that moment, another two boys on bicycles arrived. It was the two brothers, Hemi and Gene. Hemi, at eleven, the older of the two, got the padlock out to secure both their bikes to the stand and looked over at Samuel. ‘Hello Sam, watch the rugby on Saturday?’
Samuel was not a rugby fan and didn’t have Sky Sports. This combination resulted in Samuel being completely unaware of games that seemingly everybody else took for granted.
‘The All Blacks?’ he ventured cautiously.
‘The All Blacks?!’ exclaimed Gene. ‘Of course not. What are ya? Their first game isn’t until next month and-’
Hemi cut off his nine year old brother. ‘Wellington played in the weekend. Mum took us to the game at Westpac Stadium. We beat Manawatu by 17’.
‘Wasn’t even close, bro’ chimed in Gene, stating the obvious.
Hemi had finished locking the bikes. He nodded in the direction of the soccer game going on, on the left side of the playground. ‘Wanna join in? You are pretty good at goalkeep.’