Bluebells
Chapter 2
‘Jade
Millcot,’ starts Misses Pooter. ‘You and your
little friend, Ivy Corbs have broken the uniform so many times,
I can hardly count. Why do you insist on doing this, again and
again?’ Misses Pooter is in full-on rant about the
importance of respecting our school’s rules. She found
Jade out today at lunch time and told her to come to her office
after school. Ivy and I sat and waited on the plastic seats
outside her office while Jade sat on the big squishy chair in
front of Misses Pooter’s desk .After fifteen minutes of
raving about uniforms and sensible shoes, Jade is finally
released, and lives to tell the tale.
We walk along the
shore road to my house, the very last house on the street and
the closest to the beach. ‘I love going over to your
house, Brooke.’ Says Ivy positively. Although I know why.
She likes going to the beach outside my house because
that’s where Samuel Thompson practices football with his
other football mates. As always, they’re playing today.
‘Perhaps we could go on a walk on the beach? Collect
shells?’ Prompts Ivy. Jade and I roll our eyes. So we do
that. We walk down the beach, Ivy a couple steps ahead, waving
at Samuel. Samuel waves half heartedly back, but then races
forward with the ball and blasting it through the make-shift
nets, made of two twigs. Ivy runs quickly down to the pitch,
whooping and crying. Jade follows her. They both become
cheerleaders, obviously cheering for Samuel’s team. I go
and sit on a rock, alone, watching the game.
After a half hour
I’ve had enough. Jade’s gotten bored too and has
started joining in, kicking the ball, squealing when it’s
kicked back, flirting with Samuel. Jade is the prettiest girl
of all three of us. She could have any boy in our class, any
boy in our school. She must just be doing this to
annoy Ivy, or perhaps she likes Samuel as well.
My bum is cold and my feet are numb. I’m going for a
walk, get my blood pumping. I walk on along the beach, watching
the waves rush into the shoreline, washing in new shells and
rocks from other lands. I pick up a shell and imagine where
it’s from. Perhaps a girl, just like me, picked up this
shell too, and thought the same thing. It’s hurting my
brain thinking about it so I throw it back into the sea.
‘You alright?’ says a voice from beside. I whirl
around to meet the gaze of Samuel Thompson, staring me in the
eyes with his big honey coloured eyes although I can barely see
them under his long, gold fringe. ‘Hi Samuel, Yeah-
I’m fine. Great.’ I say, pulling a mad, cheesy
grin. Samuel laughs a little. I love his laugh, it’s
cute. ‘Aren’t you meant to be playing football with
your friends?’ I ask. He shrugs. ‘I was kind of
wondered where you got off to…’ Jade and
Ivy’ll kill me. ‘Brookie? Hello? Anyone
home?’ He says, tapping my skull. I love it when people
call me Brookie. ‘Sorry, Samuel, I was
daydreaming.’ I say. ‘You always are Brookie, all
the time in class, when ever I see you in school you’re
staring out the window. You look like you’re in another
world.’ He laughs. ‘It’s
getting late.’ I say. ‘Perhaps we should get
back now.’ We walk all the way back to where the
others are. A couple of the lads whistle. Jade looks bored, Ivy
looks ferocious. ‘Come on.’ Says Ivy sternly.
‘We’re going now.’ Ivy storms off the beach,
Jade and I following in her wake.
We walk all the way to my house. Mum and Dad aren’t back
yet so Jade and Ivy stay for dinner. I heat up some pizza in
the microwave and we all huddle down to watch Coronation
Street Ivy’s favourite. ‘Hi Ho!’ calls
Dad, walking through the front door. He flings his keys on the
couch and goes to raid the kitchen. ‘Hi Mum!’ I
exclaim, rushing to hug her. ‘How do you think it
went?’ Mum shrugs. ‘I think I got it.’ I look
up at her. ‘What job were you going for anyway?’
Mum smiles. ‘You know when I was a little girl and I
lived up the hill? Well, I got a job as a park ranger at
Bluewood’s Nature Park and Forest. I always loved
wildlife and now I can get paid to take tours around the trails
and tracks and take shifts in the
café.’
‘Oh
that’s brilliant mum!’ I cry. ‘I know.’
Says Mum, equally excited. ‘They’ll let me know in
a couple days.’
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