CHAPTER FOUR
SIMON
Graham and mum still weren’t home when Caius and I finished school. We sat in the kitchen eating carrot sticks that mum had cut for us before she left for work as an afternoon snack.
‘I was talking to Jack today,’
‘Wow,’ I said sarcastically munching loudly on my carrot.
‘She told me that her dad left her mum when she was four then this year she used myspace and she found him. Now her parents are back together and that’s why she moved here,’
‘Caius get me the note dad gave me, it’s in the basement under the washing machine,’
‘Why is it under the washing machine?’ Caius gave me a weird look
‘I hid it so no one could find it, JUST GET IT!’
‘Okay, sheesh you weirdo,’
‘You’re a weirdo,’
I ran upstairs to my room and sat on my bed with my laptop and waited for it to switch on.
‘What are you doing,’ Caius said handing over the letter.
‘You jut gave me a really good idea,’
‘What is it?’
‘You will see,’ I smiled logging into myspace.
I ignored the comments left by people and went straight to the find somebody page. I typed in ‘SIMON BREVILLE’
‘You should put Australia,’ I typed in Australia then hit enter.
Seven pages came up. I eliminated everyone in the first two pages because they were from America, even though I had said Australia. Stupid internet, it doesn’t do anything you ask. It was no one on the third page, they were all kids. The names started changing on the fourth. There was Simone Breville and Simon Benson. Finally on the sixth page I found some people that qualified. The first one had blonde hair and he was 34. It fit but it wasn’t him I could tell. On the seventh page we hit the jackpot. Simon Breville was 34 years old. His profile picture was of him kissing a woman’s cheek. She had blonde hair and I couldn’t make up my mind on wether she was pretty or not.
‘That’s him,’ Caius said jabbing the screen
How do you know?’
‘Look at his eyes der brain,’
‘They’re purple,’ I said confused
‘What did mum say on Saturday, You have your father’s eyes?’
‘OH yeah, we have purple eyes, he has purple eyes. IT’S HIM!’ I declared
‘Loser,’
‘You’re a loser,’
I clicked on it. The screen opened up onto Simon’s profile page. Luckily his profile wasn’t on private. His top friends and comments were hidden. His background was leaves.
‘Marijuana,’ Caius said identifying the leaves.
‘How do you know druggie?’
‘I’m not a druggie,’
‘Well you know very well what marijuana looks like,’
‘I learnt about in health,’
‘Whatever stoner boy, now I know why your room stinks so bad,’
’I’m not a stoner and my room doesn’t smell,’
