Pete(2)‘Intervention Plan’ (Young adult; adventure/sci-fi)
July 22nd 2007 23:48
Jim Allen Oval occupied a rise of land overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Rimmed by houses along its western-side, Scarborough beach along the east, with the Illawarra escarpment rearing-up like a giant 500mtr high rock-wave behind—there is no better place to play football.
Tomas stood at the southern end of the oval gazing up at the escarpment. For some reason wondering whether Bluey was up there? 'He's never gone up there before,' he reminded himself. 'Well, not that I know of'. That’s when one of Tomas' team mates ran up behind him.
"Come on Tomo, what are you looking at?" Toby Rodgers blurted then doubled over puffing and panting. Toby was one of the front-rowers, his stature is what they call in the team: 'big and beefy'. This boy couldn't run that fast or that far, but close to the line with the ball in his hands, he’s unstoppable.
"Bluey didn't come home last night," Tomas said, turning to face his friend. "Don't know where he is."
"Yeah, you reckon he's up the escarpment?" Toby asked with genuine concern, for he wasn't just Tomas' team mate; he'd been his best mate since first-grade.
Tomas shrugged. "Don't know…hope not."
Walking past Tomas to the edge of the bank, Toby shielded his eyes from the sun and surveyed the escarpment. More a symbolic gesture, for he saw what anyone would from this distance: a rugged mix of trees, rock and bush. "Let's go and have a look then, if you're that worried," said Toby. Although his parents, as did Tomas', forbid them to go anywhere near the escarpment. Not to mention the snakes, weird lights in the sky, and a supposed Yowie.
The two friends’ doubted the existence of a 10ft caveman running around the place, nonetheless neither of them would want to spend much time up there.
After some thought, Tomas replied, "No, not yet," He did appreciate his friend's valiant offer, well aware the escarpment's dangers, as did most in the town. "But if Bluey's not back by the time I get home from school, I might go up then," he told Toby.
"No worries." Toby added with a pinch of false bravado. "Drop by and get me."
Standing together, the two boys couldn't be more mismatched if it had been purposely made so. Short and nuggetty was Tomas, with red hair cropped over a cheeky face plastered in freckles. And Toby, all nine-stone of him, towered over his friend, hair a mass of jet-black curls. They've been told they're like chalk and cheese, but they didn't care, these two were mates for ever.
"Come on you guys!" A voice yelled from the middle of the oval. It was Pete Brooks the team captain, anxious to get training started.
"You're it!" Toby tagged Tomas, and ran off.
As always, Tomas quickly caught his mate, this time right before the goal posts, and tagged him back. The two boys then wrestled all the way over to where the whole team now stood in wait.
Tomas stood at the southern end of the oval gazing up at the escarpment. For some reason wondering whether Bluey was up there? 'He's never gone up there before,' he reminded himself. 'Well, not that I know of'. That’s when one of Tomas' team mates ran up behind him.
"Come on Tomo, what are you looking at?" Toby Rodgers blurted then doubled over puffing and panting. Toby was one of the front-rowers, his stature is what they call in the team: 'big and beefy'. This boy couldn't run that fast or that far, but close to the line with the ball in his hands, he’s unstoppable.
"Yeah, you reckon he's up the escarpment?" Toby asked with genuine concern, for he wasn't just Tomas' team mate; he'd been his best mate since first-grade.
Tomas shrugged. "Don't know…hope not."
Walking past Tomas to the edge of the bank, Toby shielded his eyes from the sun and surveyed the escarpment. More a symbolic gesture, for he saw what anyone would from this distance: a rugged mix of trees, rock and bush. "Let's go and have a look then, if you're that worried," said Toby. Although his parents, as did Tomas', forbid them to go anywhere near the escarpment. Not to mention the snakes, weird lights in the sky, and a supposed Yowie.
The two friends’ doubted the existence of a 10ft caveman running around the place, nonetheless neither of them would want to spend much time up there.
"No worries." Toby added with a pinch of false bravado. "Drop by and get me."
Standing together, the two boys couldn't be more mismatched if it had been purposely made so. Short and nuggetty was Tomas, with red hair cropped over a cheeky face plastered in freckles. And Toby, all nine-stone of him, towered over his friend, hair a mass of jet-black curls. They've been told they're like chalk and cheese, but they didn't care, these two were mates for ever.
"Come on you guys!" A voice yelled from the middle of the oval. It was Pete Brooks the team captain, anxious to get training started.
"You're it!" Toby tagged Tomas, and ran off.
As always, Tomas quickly caught his mate, this time right before the goal posts, and tagged him back. The two boys then wrestled all the way over to where the whole team now stood in wait.
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