‘Wow! You said that to her?’ Brendan and Simon were walking home together and Brendan had told him about what had happened in the corridor with Samantha. ‘You know she deserved it, don’t you?’ Simon assured him.
‘But don’t you think I was a bit harsh on her?’‘Harsh?’ he asked him half shouting. ‘Harsh is that girl’s middle name, or maybe have you forgotten about “Orphan boy” and “My mama’s on weed”? Think of the hell we went through because of her.’‘I know she dragged us through hell and made our lives seem worse but don’t you think I took it too far by regarding her brother as good as dead?’‘No, no, no; don’t tell me you felt remorseful after you said it?’ he waved his hands in objection. He was starting to get annoyed with Brendan.‘Of course I did. I still do. Come on, Simon, I hate her as much as you do but I think she felt sorry for me when I told her about Howard.’‘Don’t tell me you’re going soft on her, and…when did you tell her about your father’s deathBrendan immediately came to a stop. He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not dreaming. He moved to a distance of about five feet from the tree the deer had vanished into. He stretched his hand towards it, jerking his gaze suspiciously in every direction hoping that the Finch would not jump out from nowhere and curse him with some kind of spell. He put his forefinger on the tree and just as he thought it would, it sunk in. He was beginning to feel terrified for the first time in his life. He kept submerging his hand until it sunk whole. His arm followed but it did not appear through the back of the tree as if the inside of the tree was bigger than it was on the outside. He pulled his hand out in panic and ran back in the direction he had come from.As soon as he got out of the forest, he began heading home but returned after having run a few hundred yards to put a small brown stone on the same spot he had used as an entrance and then he headed home, running as fast as hi
‘Come in,’ Mr. Benson said and in came Simon.Brendan’s heart skipped in excitement. It actually leapt for three reasons: One; Simon was still on his side, two; the action was about to happen, and three; what would be the repercussions to this daring act of retribution? Trying to avoid suspicion, Brendan slightly moved his desk from Angus and Thomas, at least about eleven inches from them. Simon was now talking to Mr. Benson. Did he maybe want to sell him out? Brendan abandoned this thought immediately. He knew his friend too well to have him stab him in the back. Brendan removed his backpack from his desk and placed it on his lap. He could feel the snake wriggling, fighting to escape.Suddenly, Simon started gasping for breath like he was drowning. ‘I…need…’ he kept repeating these words over and over again.‘What do you need, boy?’ Mr. Benson had stood up trying to find out what Simon was trying to say.Simon kept gasping for breath and as he did so, he threw a
He saw Simon sitting at their table, the same table where they had hatched this wild plan. ‘That was brilliant,’ Brendan said whispering and putting on a smile that ripped across his whole face like a slit on a puppet’s face.‘Did it bite him?’ Simon was eager to know the outcome.He sat in front of him. ‘You bet it did! Didn’t you hear him scream?’‘Of course I did. The whole school must have heard it. I was just thinking that maybe he just saw it and managed to get away.’‘No way, Simon, it bit him. I just didn’t stick around for the chaos.’‘What type of snake was it?’‘I don’t know but I’m pretty sure it was poisonous.’ Brendan was still smiling with satisfaction now beginning to eat. ‘How did you think of a plan like that anyway?’ he asked Simon.‘Well, when I left you yesterday…’‘You mean ran away?’ he corrected him, fixing his eyebrows and mouth into a friendly frown.‘Okay, okay ran away..,’ he admitted.Brendan noticed that Simon was chewi
He realized that she really was desperate for forgiveness. That feeling of hard worn triumph was beginning to turn against him. But he was not ready to fold. He sighed, ‘At this point I’m afraid it’s impossible, Samantha.’ He looked at Simon’s table and saw him wearing a smile of contentment. ‘You made me feel worthless, as if I was a disgrace to everyone. You absolutely have no idea how much pain you have caused me, personally. I’m sorry but I don’t think you deserve my forgiveness.’‘I know sorry doesn’t begin to count for the heartache I’ve caused you both. Its just that when my brother disappeared, I tried to find a way to forget about him…’‘And insulting two innocent boys seemed to be the best way, right? How pathetic is that? You should have known what you were doing was wrong not wait for someone to tell you.’‘I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but at least just try to understand. I may come from a rich family but I do know that I’m far from perfect. I just wa
‘You doing anything tomorrow?’ he changed the subject realizing changing Simon’s mind was impossible.‘What did you want to do?’‘Well, there’s something I saw in the forest that might just interest you.’‘Does it have anything to do with magic?’ He looked excited. Anything supernatural was Simon’s best subject when it came to conversation.‘It’s something that has got something to do with that,’ he responded.‘Great. I was supposed to visit my mother but I can go today, so…what time?’‘I’ll meet you at our crossroads at ten-thirty.’‘Okay,’ he agreed.Brendan moved his eyes towards the entrance of the cafeteria and saw Thomas pacing straight towards them, a sea of students following closely behind him.There was a scar on his lip and a bandage on his finger and he was breathing heavily in fury. He stood bes
When he got into the house, he headed straight for his room and threw himself on the bed and began sobbing softly into his pillow. Tears of rage. He kept replaying the whole fight; how he had tried to fight back to no avail. Did Samantha talk to him just to keep him seated until Thomas arrived? Had they been working together all along? Samantha did have an unpredictable character. And to think he had almost forgiven her! Or maybe the nickname he had picked for her had no effect on her at all? He removed his face from the pillow and stared at the cupboard beside his bed, the same cupboard that had the purple liquid. The Oxygen potion, Howard had called it. His eyes had become red from crying. He reached over and opened the cupboard and took out the glass container. He remembered Howard’s words; “Do not take more than the smallest of sips”. Brendan did not even believe Howard’s words, that this liquid could make one superhuman. Without thinking, he opened the container and
‘You see, Eriksson? Dat’s what happens when you mess with a madman with a temper. I came here to conquer pathetic weirdoes like you.’Brendan felt like punching him in the face but he knew what would follow so he remained as cool as a cucumber and as quiet as a church mouse.In the beginning of the third period Brendan began to feel a burning pain in the left side of his chest. At first he thought it was just temporary but it worsened by every second and restraining himself from showing it was becoming even more difficult. When Mr. Price came in on the last period for the Physics lesson the pain had now moved to his head. It was as though his brain was vibrating. He made a slight groan and Mr. Price noticed it.‘Something wrong, Brendan?’ he asked him.‘No, I’m fine, sir. Just a slight headache.’‘We all know where dat came from,’ Thomas whispered to Angus from behind Brendan’s back and they b
Everyone in the school was talking about what had happened. The story began with the snake on Thomas’ desk, then it became the snake on the floor. One boy clarified that the snake had been in Brendan Eriksson’s bag and yet still, someone argued that the snake had been in Thomas’ desk. Anyway, the cobra bit Thomas. But if it was a cobra, how is it that Thomas was still alive? another one argued against this theory. Anyway, the “cobra” or “mamba” had its head bitten off by the black belt who proceeded to chew the reptile’s spine. And, so where does Brendan come in? one asked. He planted the snake for Thomas. No, that can’t be true. Brendan was not that type of guy. He was quiet. It’s always the quiet ones, another said. But what about the fight? Oh, yes, the fight. Brendan parried five Bradley punches before unleashing a fury of blows no one knew he were capable of.So, Brendan Eriksso