I am sitting on a bench in the park watching Harry playing cricket with his friends. He plays so ardently, so attentively as if his life depends on it. He loves cricket so much that according to him this game relieves his pain and eases his nerves.
Abruptly, something hits my mind and I shudder.
Oh, no! How it even vanished from my mind? I have to see Ms. Jane today. I have been so engrossed in watching this game that I totally forgot about the world for a little while.
I have to leave now and also, I have to discuss that championship thing with her.
I raise up from the bench, stretch my arms and then elevate my foot in the air to take the step. As I take a step, I stumble badly but fortunately gain my body balance. I look down and realize that laces of my shoes got untied somehow.
I sit again and tie the laces of my tattered shoes. You see, not enough money to buy a new pair.
When I am done, I set off for Ms. Jane's place but before I exit the park, I hear a familiar voice.
"Strawberry!" Harry shouts from behind and I turn to look a t him.
He runs towards me.
"Where are you going?" He asks, out of breath.
"Take a long shower when you get home. Too much sweat smell." I flap my hand in front of my nose.
He rolls his eyes. "It's a sportsman's sweat, you know. Oh, you'll never know 'cause you are not that good in sports."
I decide to drop this topic. If we start to argue, it will take days to end.
"Whatever, I am going to Ms. Jane's place."
"Good and please don't ask her to withdraw your name again. You are going to Auckland and that's FINAL!" He states, sternly.
I told him about the championship and going back to the city but after some cognition his reply ran counter to my views. To my surprise, he asked me to go there, to fight and to win and much much more.
"Okay." I say, not sure of even my own decision.
"Do you want me to go with you?"
"No, no. I will go myself. You go on with your game." I flash him a genuine smile.
"Good but be careful and be home before dinner."He glances at his wrist watch.
"Okay, mommy." I smirk and continue my journey.
Lost in my own thoughts, I head towards Ms. Jane's house. As I go past the coffee shop, turn around the corner and enter the street where Ms. Jane lives, my eyes catch a glimpse of two boys, heading towards a parked car on the left side of the street and their faces are towards me. They are talking to each other and then burst out laughing the next second.
The guy on the left side is dressed in grey t-shirt and black jeans while the guy on the right is wearing a light lavender t-shirt underneath, above it is a brown leather jacket and he is wearing denim jeans. The eyes of the left guy are covered with black glasses.
I ignore them first but when my eyes finally jam on their faces, I am quick in identifying them and I freeze at the spot. My face turns pale and their sight drags my jaw down.
Zach Johnson and Eric peter!
What on Earth they are doing here?
It seems like their sight has sucked out all the air from my lungs and I can't breath properly.
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Innocent Culprits (Completed/Unedited)
Teen FictionRanked #1 in #queenstown and #6 in #crimestory Note: The novel is unedited Sometimes you are too innocent to know about the games that are being played with you and when you eventually find out about them, your beast wakes up and desperately wants t...
