KELLY.

MY stomach lurched as she came through the door.

“Hi smelly Kelly!” Apart from her continual, feeble atempt to rhyme, Becky hardly ever, even tried to achieve acedemic success and seldom did I see her walk through that wooden, newly painted, white door that enters into our classroom. I’ll never know why i’m friends with her,

“Oh, er hi Becky, ho-wha-what have you been up to?”

” Nothing much really, ” she replied, un-interested in the question, but then she laughed to herself: “Just been messin’ up this year 6 girl!” Oh, she really cackled now. “Made her start the waterworks and everything! Yeah, she went sobbing off to mummy… ‘cus of me.” She pointed to her face as if she was somehow proud of this, as though she should be awarded a medal or even be thanked by the 10 year-old and her parents.  

“Dad always tells me, you’ll only gain friends by acting like a friend. Never tease, never bully - he says.” I don’t know why but Becky laughed at me.

“Oh is that what Kelly’s little daddy told her? is it?” She said, in a sarcastic, mocking sort of tone. I decided to start a different conversation.

“We still going to your house this afternoon?” She now painted a mysterious smile across her face, as if she knew something that i would soon find out.

“Actually…I’ve decided that we should take a little trip to Kacka field instead…” She said hesitantly, as if waiting for some dramatic reaction to come, but i have no idea what she’s talking about, i don’t want to sound weird or naive and not know where Kacka field is or what it even looks like so i simply replied:

“Okay…maybe we could go to your house tomorrow then.” But my voice trailed off and she had turned around after ‘okay’ not interested in anything else that came out of my mouth.

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“Shall we play hide and seek?” Becky asked me, as we hopped over the wooden gate into a dimly lighted, what looked more like a wood rather than a field. Her eager expression was almost too eager for an infants’ game.

“Er…sure Becky…” Almost before i had finished that sentence she was running off to hide, shouting:

“Great, you seek first yeah? count to 40.” I can see where she’s hiding, argh this was gonna be so easy! Her feet poked out behind a tall, proud standing oak, which shadowed over the rest of the field/wood.

“Umm…1,2,3,4…” It was really starting to get dark now, and it spooks me having to close my eyes in an almost, deserted field. I’ll stop now, just pretend it’s 40. “Becky!” i shouted, “Becky!” i repeated “Becky, come on now, this is getting boring, let’s go!!” Where is she?! Where’s Becky? Come on, come on Becky turn up! As i walk towards the large oak tree i see a note.

‘To kelly, Hide and seek is for babies! haha, maybe i’ll see you at school tomorrow…if you can find your way back to mummy and daddy! hahahaa’

Her cackle was ringing around my head, bouncing of the walls of it and making a thumping land into my throat. Yeah, it’s cool, yeah, of course i know my way home… Don’t I?