Righting Old Wrongs (Crow Country Fanfiction)

Chapter 1 - Crow has work for you

Walter sighed deeply. He folded his arms and kicked the dirt under his feet. He was bored out of his mind. The crowd cheered wildly, again, as Boort's football team scored, again. To Walter, football was the worst game ever created. Could there be anything more dull than throwing a glorified leather sack around? Walter was sick and tired of his stupid uncle, this stupid game, the stupid fans, and worst of all, the stupid players. God, he wished he could just punch those little pricks faces in. There was nothing he'd enjoy more than giving Lachie Mortlock a good punch in the nose. 

Nearly killing Lachie, thought Walter, is not good enough for me. I want to hit him harder, on purpose this time. He deserves it more than anyone else.

Walter had no idea what had fuelled his anger towards Lachie. It was true that Lachie had been awful to him in the past, but they had come to some kind of truce. Walter was supposed to be over all of this now. He sighed again. He supposed he just held grudges for too long. He glanced over at the boys on the field. Lachie stood on the field solemnly, a fierce look in his eyes. Lachie's stormy blue eyes made contact with Walter's deep brown ones. Lachie quickly shifted his gaze. Walter felt a strange twinge in his stomach. What was that? He decided he was just hungry. Walter shook his dark curls out of his face. He began trudging over to the hotdog stand. He realised he had goosebumps. 

There was something about Lachie Mortlock, he thought, that really creeps me out.