Science of Owls

Bus Line chats

Chapter 1

There must have been a brilliant reason for having lunch on the field today, I thought as I moved around in the dirt.

" that was a good goal!" said Eve, pointing to the soccer pitch where a group of guys in our grade were playing.

" I see " I said , giving her an eye brow raise.

" what?"

" who's the sucker this term ?" I asked, this was a regular thing since last year.

" bets are on Zach" said Connie , she was laying down next to us , getting her back covered in mud.

" well..." Eve blushed and pushed he hair out of her eyes, " he's just a fri-".

Before she could finish the sentence a soccer ball came flying in the middle of our trio , we all jumped and Connie and Eve screamed.

I grabbed the ball before one of them came over.

"hey, pass here ?" he asked. This was a new boy, his face shaded by his hat, all I could see was his hair wisping and curling around his hat and collar.

I threw the ball and he ran off again.

" that was who again?" asked Connie , who barely moved apart from flinching.

" his name's ... Noodle" said Eve, giggling a little, " he's one of those badass kids you know"

" not like your Zach" joked Connie, rolling over on the grass, her back covered in dust and mud.

" shut up Con!" said Eve and threw her crusts at her back.

That lunch was probably the last time we could all sit there together like that, so peaceful.

If he was to suddenly trip when he went for the ball... would he have fallen on me or Eve? I thought as I stood in line for the buss. I didn't mean to have that thought... but I did... this new kid seemed oddly mysterious, never saw his face, only his husky voice ...

I was interrupted by a soccer ball hitting my leg, scaring me half to death, all I could manage to do was jump out of my skin and trap the ball.

A tall boy with dark hair curling around his face was standing behind me.

"erm... sorry about that" he scratched his head, " I've only just started playing, haven't got much control"

" I can tell" I said , kicking up the ball and finding the name, " Nodz is it ?"

" yeah, just a nickname for another nickname..." he said looking away, he turned his head so that his jaw line was outlined in the sun . His dark, shiny curls were hovering between shadows and light, his eyes were a piercing blue.

" Nodz huh? I'm Nazz... full name, not a nickname " I said passing the ball back.

" so you're in year 10?" he asked, his eyes widened a little.

I took a step back and gave him an eyebrow, " yeah.... Maybe"

"don't be surprised" he said dropping the ball again, " I read it on your binder there, Nazz P of class 10 D"

I held my binder close and trapped the ball again, " clever aren't we" I said , " yourself, how about you ? what grade?"

He paused, " 12 , I'm in year 12"

" oh bull shit" I said, " you have the face of an eight year old!"

" how does that work !?" he laughed, " oh well , I was never good at playing Liar in the first place"