Sunday, 21 March 2010
06:03:25 PM (GMT)
"Seventeen year-old boys shouldn't still have stupid nicknames like that".
Turtle winced at the words as they hissed towards him.
The rain pelted the gravel into a song of natural percussion, spitting and tapping
and sloshing as it swirled the Summer's dust into a deadly paste. It was late August,
and Summer break hadn't held much joy in Turtle's searches. Two more weeks wouldn't
quite be enough to trace, track and pounce on his lost love... But perhaps the hope
of at least tracing, at least knowing, would spur him on enough to fail
another class. Homework was a minor problem.
The younger boys crowded round in their anoraks, leaning on their bicycles as if part
of a discount-street-gang. Turtle doubted anyone in this town could afford so much as
a second-hand moped. The tallest boy stood over him, his dark eyes boring into Turtle
from under his hood, and growled the words under his breath. Grow up. The
amount of times Turtle had heard that... And from someone two years his junior?
... But what's so wrong with having dreams?
He hesitated at the thought before getting to his feet and cracking his knuckles.
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