Wild Tree

Chapter 1.

Eve.

It was all fake.

'Quiet!' Marcy whispered harshly, her red brows furrowed in anger. 'Every blessed time!' She hissed.

I pursed my lips as I watched her eyes flicker through the woods, she squatted behind the wild blueberry bush, I was on my knees behind her, barely interested, like always.

'It's not that serious Marcy.' I mumbled with an eye roll, scratching my itching calf.

I hated this.

Marcy's red hair whipped to the side as she turned to glare at me, her sea eyes squinted. 'Are you trying to sabotage me Eve?' She whispered.

'The requirement for a proper sabotage, would be to first have an atom of interest in the conflict as a whole Marcy.-' I glanced ahead of Marcy's glare, a grey shadow flashing past a tree far ahead. 'That, I do not have.'

' This-' Marcy groaned. '-is the exact reason why I didn't want you on my team.'

'Sticks and stones Marcy.' The figure flashed again, this time much closer.

'It is so simple!' She raised her voice slightly above her usual whisper. 'You stay quiet, and defeat them! The only rule here!'

I turned to her. 'For someone so invested, you seem so energetic sabotaging yourself.'

Marcy face contorted to a slight frown before her eyes widened in realization. She turned sharply to the trees ahead.

It was however too late.

A bright red ball hit her square in the face, before combusting on impact, bright red liquid staining her face two shades darker than her hair.

I shuffled backwards as the red paint landed close to my knees.

'Oh no we lost.' I said monotonously.

Deep laughter echoed ahead of us as Marcus strolled towards our squatting figures, his smile bright with arrogance. August strolled behind, the paint gun in his hands, his expression unreadable, like always.

'Ughhh!' Marcy screeched as she jumped to her feet, her fist tightened. 'I hate this!' She screamed towards the heavens, stomping her feet.

'Oh my dear dear Marcy.' Marcus smiled, running a hand through his red hair, it did nothing to tame its wildness though.
'We all must first lose in order to win.' He patted her shoulders. 'Don't be a sore loser' he chuckled. 'it's disgraceful.'

Marcy scoffed and flicked his hand off, I rose from the ground, dusting the sand and debris off my body.

' It's all your fault!' She turned to me before I could leave. 'If you don't even care, then don't participate!' Marcy glared at me before walking off.

Well I would never lay on the grass like an animal, fake shooting other children for pleasure.

Willingly.

'Aunt Sarah told you to again huh?' Marcus laughed as he took off the grey top he had on, revealing a clean vest underneath.

'As always.' I mumbled.

' Well it works for me, with you on Marcy's team, it's like swatting a fly.' He laughed again, dirty shirt in hand, then ran after his similitude.

'I serve to please.' I murmured dryly.

'It's almost time for dinner!' He shouted to no one in particular, suddenly cartwheeling down a slope.

August stared at him for a while, before turning to me.