Book 3. Murga's thugs kidnap me yet again but this time Triple Oh and Kozak plan to trap Murga without telling me I'm the bait. When Murga doesn't show up, the thugs handcuff me inside a helicopter which the pilots abandon over Hong Kong leaving T...
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Silverwood School, set between a small park and a football field, looked like a mediaeval castle complete with turrets, battlements and embrasure like windows. It had once been a public school but the student population had declined and the Ottawa District School Board had sold it to Dr Zhang. And, he had been persuaded to use the ground floor as a private school which he also financed.
I pulled open one of the heavy oak front doors, each designed to admit students three metres tall. The architects had continued the medieval cathedral theme inside, with elegant arched vault ceilings and marble stairs.
I didn't know many students at Silverwood School. I had moved to Ottawa four months before, just long enough to make two friends, Licia Hu and Miguel Griego, and one enemy, Clif Boswell, also known as Boz.
I had difficulty making friends, my teachers said I suffered from social anxiety which worried my mother a lot. Dad didn't seem to care, he said it was shyness and I would grow out of it. He was seldom home anyway. I felt sad now that he was not able to come home or even call me on Skype.
I didn't have any difficulty attracting enemies though. Maybe because I was blond and smaller than average. Or maybe I had dweeb tattooed on my forehead in invisible ink only bullies could read.
I waited for Miguel and Licia at the school's front entrance. I was anxious to tell them about Murga's latest kidnapping attempt.
Miguel was the first to arrive and I was watching him wade through the snow filled parking lot when Boz snuck up behind me. He was a tall skinny youth with black hair cut a little longer than was fashionable. Licia claimed he was too lazy to get a hair cut. 'Hi, Goldie Locks,' he bellowed in my ear.
He sidled away grinning as Miguel approached.
'That mop head should talk about your hair!' Miguel snorted.
I grinned. 'Just as long as he doesn't resort to violence.'
We elbowed our way through the clamouring mob of students filling the corridor and we were stuffing our back packs into our lockers when a trio of girls started singing the Itsy Bitzy Spider song other students picked up the tune and by the third line everyone had joined in at the top of their voices, making conversation impossible.
'The Itsy Bitzy Spider climbed up the waterspout.
Down came the rain and washed the spider out.
Out came the rain and dried up all the rain.
And the Itsy Bitzy Spider climbed up the spout again.'
During the hubbub Licia Hu showed up and, as soon as the noise abated, I whispered conspiratorially, 'Hey, Licia, I gotta tell you something.'
