GOLDEN

5 - The Football Team

September 10th, 2012

Maxxie

"Are you serious? I have to take photos of the football team? The football team who enjoys taking dumps in my hat, shoving my head down the toilet and violently whipping my ass with a cricket bat?"
Maxxie whined as the head teacher, Mrs Lee, gave him his first assigned yearbook duty.
Maxxie had signed up the be the photographer for the yearbook, and his first job was to get a photograph of the football team every season so they could keep a record on how much they 'grew up' over the year.

"Sorry kid. Not my problem, I want the pictures by next week before I give you you're next task"
Mrs Lee replied and shooed him off, not even bothering to look up from her desk.

Maxxie sighed, annoyed as he angrily walked out of the office.
Worst. Task. Ever.

"What'd you get?"
Alex asked as she and Hugh followed Maxxie as he walked off in a strop.
"The football team, out of all the jobs I could get I got the fucking football team, she needs the pictures by next week"
The auburn haired boy sulked as they walked to their first class, social studies. The worst lesson.

Tuesdays sucked.

"It's fine. You only have to get like, 10 pictures. That'll be enough."
Hugh tried to reassure but Maxxie knew that wasn't true, he'd need atleast 50 good ones out of 200.

"Not the point. I'll be lucky enough to even get one before they make me eat the astroturf and beat me senseless"
Maddie protested.

"Oh stop being such a negative fucking nancy"
Alex laughed as Hugh split apart from the two to go to his lesson, he didn't do social studies.

"Whatever. Bye Hugh"
Maxxie waved as Hugh rounded the corner to go up the stairs, waving bye to his friends as they approached their classroom.

Maxxie took a large sigh before walking into the classroom, late.
"You're late"
Mr Hobnob complained as Maxxie walked to his seat, more annoyed that he had only been aiming it at him and not Alex.
Perv.
"Really? I had no idea. Sorry mister"
Maxxie sarcastically smiled apologetically at his teacher before taking his seat, glancing over at the lonely one just infront of him to his right.

Where was Chester?

Just as Maxxie thought that, the familiar brunette came waltzing into the classroom.
As he walked past Maxxies seat he smiled, Maxxie getting a large whiff of his honeycomb shampoo. It was nice.
Maxxie smiled back.

Chester looked nice today, he wore a slightly oversized dark green polo shirt, Maxxies favourite colour, the buttons were undone and a pair of sunglasses hung from his collar, despite there being no sun outside. He wore a pair of baggy black jeans and the old superstars he always wore, there was a small silver chain hidden underneath his shirt and his backpack drooped off his shoulders.

"You're also late. Mr Trowbridge"
Mr Hobnob informed as Chester took his seat.
"Okay"
Chester simply replied as he grabbed his books, not even bothering to look up at the man.
"Okay?"
Mr Hobnob repeated, questing Chester's response, Chester lifted his head and set his books on the table before looking up at the grumpy old man.

He shrugged at the man who was glaring at him before taking the pencil from behind his ear, opening up his textbook and looking back down.