Action Packed Summer

Not exactly a successful mission...

That night, Max and Ana stayed up chatting about the events of the day.

“Shame they were horrible really. The dark haired one was pretty good looking, but not so much after the whole bomb bonanza,” said Ana, giggling, and breaking out her stash of chocolate, Haribo and  popcorn out of her bag,

“Archer and that’ll be in here soon, wanting some rations. Greedy pigs.” She popped a Malteaser into her mouth.

Then there came a knock on the door, and Max opened it.

At once boys came piling into the room, begging and pleading for some ‘rations’. Ana held the bags out of their reach.

“You shouldn’t have eaten all yours on the way here!” she rolled her eyes,

“Why are boys so flippin’ greedy?” Bowman started doing puppy dog eyes.

Which Max thought looked funny on a rough, tough boy. It was even funnier when Archer and Hunter started doing it too.

With whining noises. Like they were actually dogs. Boys were un mistero, as they say in Italiano-land.

Anyway, Ana eventually gave them some Haribo at around two in the morning, and by then Max had curled up and fallen asleep on a pile of bedding.

Ana shushed her brothers, who tip-toed out to enjoy their Haribo in there guest room.

The next day, Max was peeping out of the living room window, looking worried. Ana and Bowman were playing on the Xbox and Ana was yelling furiously at the referee.

Archer and Hunter were lounging around in there pyjama bottoms, watching her, laughing hysterically when she swore at them and told them to stop laughing.

Max twitched back the curtain again and spotted the people she was watching cycle past, rested on her wall, and then went off again for the fiftieth time.

“Ana, you know you said that getting Hunter and that to beat up those boys yesterday would mean they wouldn’t bother us again?” Ana nodded frantically.

“Yes!” shouted Ana, but Max wasn’t sure if that was her reply or because she’d scored a goal, but she carried on regardless.

“Well, they’re bothering me,” she said.

Suddenly, Ana had popped up beside her, eyes wide with shock. She had paused the game and Bowman was grumbling.

“Bowman, shut up. We have a situation!” snapped Ana, her eyes now narrowing.

“Right, this should be fun!” she said. Max had marvelled at how her cousin could make a plan within a few seconds.

Ana, the only one who had bothered to get dressed, rushed outside and climbed the tree by the garden wall.

Max could no longer see her but all Bowman simply said, “So, I guess she isn’t playing anymore, then,” and chucked the controlled to Archer.

The boys came back again and Max could see they hadn’t noticed Ana right above their heads.

It was the same three boys as before and Max could see the one Bowman had beat up looked worse for wear. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, which annoyed her, so she decided she’d join Ana.  

They went off again and she quickly went upstairs and got dressed and scrapped her frizzy hair into a ponytail.

When she got back downstairs they had come back and she had to wait until they went again five minutes later.

She dashed out the front door and clambered up next to Ana. The tree was a medium size oak, with strong branches that spanned out, creating a fair bit of shade.

Ana smiled a cheeky smile at her and Max noticed she had her phone ( a HTC which Ana liked to call Hector) out on video mode. “Have you recorded what they’ve said?” whispered Max and Ana nodded, raising a figure to her lips then pointing to the boys who were coming back up the street. Yet again they stopped underneath the tree and sat on the wall.

“So, Charlie, what’s happening about Pansy Ronalds?” asked the tall one.

The one called Charlie answered, “Oh, I reckon she’s well into me. She doing all that dumb girly stuff. You know, hair flicking, eyelash fluttering. That sort of stuff. What about you and Kelly Wheelhouse, Jayden?”

They one who had spoken first shook his head, as if he was the prime minister and had to tell England they’d now entered world war three. “Gone off her. Lost cause and a waste of time. Not forgetting the fact she’s put on about half a stone!”

The others sniggered at that.

“Yeah, she has put on a bit hasn’t she? Talk about who ate all the pies!” remarked the younger one, who’s comment was also received with sniggers.

“Good one Lukus,” said Jayden, “Come on, let’s go off again, those twats can’t stay in their house forever!”

They made to go off, but Ana gave Jayden, who was tallest, a glancing blow the head, which made him whirl round and look up into the tree. “Excuse me that was an accident. However, I highly doubt you finding out where we live was! Stalkers!  How did you find us?” demanded Ana, jumping down from the tree, Max closely following her, though with less grace.

The boys stared at his in disbelieving shock for a second then started yelling and shouting abuse at them, the younger one, Lukus, even kicking Ana in the shin.

“Twats!” shouted Lukus.

“Bitches!” shouted Jayden.

“Slags!” shouted Charlie.

Max looked through the living room window and could see Hunter, Archer and Bowman staring out.

They waved and winked, then disappeared from sight and away from the window. Max hoped they were going to then burst out of the front door but they didn’t.

Jayden, Charlie and Lukus were now shouting even more abuse and Max saw the kids from across the road peering from their windows and pedestrians stopping and staring at them.

Ana got her phone out and played the recording really loudly, so people on Mars could probably hear it.

The boys stopped shouting; listening in horror at the embarrassing things they had talked about.

The things that Max hadn’t heard. She started laughing and then she couldn’t stop.

The things they had said were so very embarrassing. Ana was grinning broadly, and then the video came to an end.

“This, my friends, is going on the internet. This is most definitely going viral. I shall entitle it: The Confessions of Three Prats. I suspect it will be a great hit. Maybe even get a million hits! Imagine that, you lot famous!” she chuckled, as Lukus tried to grab the phone away from her.

“You shall never get this phone!” she announced, tucking it safely in her bra.