Now I know who else to ask to go fishing with me tomorrow. Passing a small field, in front of our rooms and classrooms, a small soccer game started. I walked over. Well, it was like last year's tradition for them – those who did extra lessons. Since it's a common sport, I think the audience is starting to grow. Especially girls.
Roddy and Rodriguez as strikers, Colt and Gabbi each on the wings. Riggs in defence, Chandler is the goalkeeper who replaced Foscow. The rest is filled by other classes. I think that's a weak tactic, as usual. If I were asked which one was right, at least Riggs I don't think is suitable as a defense and another person from another class with short stature. I think Roddy and Rodriguez should be.
I saw Foscow also in the stands, along with James, Verdamant, Isabeau and Sonia. I greeted them briefly.
"How is score?"
“One for one,” added James. "You're not coming, Mark?"
"Ah no. I'm too lazy to move my muscles."
Isabeau offered her sandwich. "Where have you been, Mark?"
It was a shame I declined but that was because I wasn't hungry.
“Mr. Juan shop,”
I told them everything except about Beckey and the two of them, Gertrude and Rita. Especially the monitor lizard.
“Ahohoho! You can take me if you want? How's it going, Mark?" Verdamant babbling that I don't think is funny.
I'll just answer with my face. Then I turned my gaze to the chubby man next to me.
"Surely not with you either," I scoffed at Foscow.
“Hey, I didn't even ask! Well, instead of that, you can at least bring some cooked fish!” he added in a whisper. “Hey Mark, I have finally made my decision.”
My eyebrows went up a bit, yeah we had some serious talk about the future. It actually came while we were chatting together with James. Nearly a year maybe? But he is a very sudden person.
"I'm going to be food traveller blogger. I’m going to travelling around the world to find best food!" he added, glancing at someone. "With her."
I realized the person was also glancing shyly.
"I wish you success."
My head nodded confidently and understood what he was talking about. Then some of my friends heard the whisper a little bit earlier. I know that chubby foscow not only has a chubby frame, but at least he's a great trickster. Evading a fact is one of Foscow's specialties.
“Hey Mark! Just now I almost enjoyed hell spicy!”
“Huh? About food?"
“Yeah, the Beagle took it. Too bad, even though I wanted to be challenged a bit!”
I tapped him on the shoulder.
"I guess it's for your own good, take it easy."
He nodded but was not satisfied.
"I was wondering, is there a place for me?" Sonia's right hand grabbed my shoulder suddenly.
This is a tough question. But I don't really like being around her. Not since a year ago. It's not like I hate her, it's just that it's become a natural instinct over time.
"Don't joke around, Sonia!" I pushed her hand away gently.
When I said that, it made the atmosphere a little awkward silence. That's when I took the opportunity to get away from there.
"See you later." I said then left.
Once Roddy and Rodriguez offered me to play when the ball came out near me. But still the agenda is my top priority. I kicked the ball, it bounced to the left and then hit Roddy's chest. Then leave waving goodbye.
I walked through the laboratory, passing it step by step. From the entrance I was a little interested to see what's inside. It is true that there are many people in white coats. That's where the funding came from, little by little, for the Widehope building on the back side. In short, they take the project, then the government releases the funds. Instead of using one, better two, right? But to get around a case, it is better if a quarter of it is realized. And that's what it is now.
I finally got into the main building, let's call it the front side. There I saw the Herald and Prestone.
“Hey, Heralds! Preston!”
We chatted for a while. Elysa is taking extra lessons. They said my excuse yesterday was quite acceptable. Fortunately, there was nothing more important to discuss than the local newspaper's issues that talked about things that were a little suspicious. I asked them how to get into the Widehope library.
They took me there and helped me to get a new ID card. Well, it's my first time here. And for the first time too, I'm not here to look for books. I don't want a summer vacation just to think. Books, or a literature, with my brain is not friendly. But at the same time, if I needed something from, I would dig deeper. This makes things a bit more complicated, a contradiction.
They came back after that, for some additional practice. Meanwhile, this building never ceases to amaze me. Prestone said there were about ten thousand books, a simple rectangular building, which had many big bookshelf, two floor. Actually this place is a silent place. There was almost no sound other than a whisper. I immediately went up to the next floor.
Second floor, contains fewer books. Because about a quarter of it has a place to mingle. The place is open too. Instead of being surprised any longer, I better hold myself.
I'm looking for someone, short, with hair like candy wrappers, and glazed eyes. From room to room I passed, I saw none. Until I headed for one of the three sections of information right in the middle. Right sitting sweet like a doll, next to the computer.
"Excuse me, where are the books about fish and the like?" I asked pretending to be a consumer.
She hasn't turned to look at me. Her eyes, from the book immediately went to the computer.
“On the first floor, shelf G. You will find books like fishing, types of fish, history of the oceans and such. If I may ask-” she turned her head towards me. “Geh... Mark?”
She got little panicked because she was afraid of what I would do. I mean, what would the average person do if they met a short girl with candy wrapper hair, a cute voice, and a doll face? No, not selling them to pedophile aristocrats! Just hug her!
"Mark, wait, not here," she pulled my hand to another place.
She seemed to understand what I was doing. We go to the gathering place, where the only one place can talk loudly.
A moment after she turned around, not until her mouth was lifted I immediately hug her tightly.
“Gwen! I miss you so much!”
She tried to let go of my strong hug! Ow, how cute!
"Let go of me, idiot!"
Well, just I let it go.
“Blimey! You're just like an animal! Why are people always interrupting!” she grumbled but in a funny voice. Her voice like almost elementary school girl.
Gwendoline, a girl in my class who is rarely seen. One word for her, cute. Like I said, hair in twin ponytails like candy wrappers, round glasses, and chubby cheeks. This girl is short, even half of my age. She has no interest in being on top, but totally obsessed with being number two. Well, indeed she ranks right below Sonia. Has no friends, other than books. In fact, she had read all the contents of the pretty thick textbook that begging for mercy. Pretty lonely girl. Surprising fact, besides me she is also the right combination with Ephey.
"What do you want this time?"
“My goodness, don't think that I'm only here to ask for help. Sometimes I want to visit!” I bent my body deliberately to make a little nuisance. Because her anger only contains cuteness.
But it's true, last year I visited here to find out and ask her for help.
“Rubbish! Gwendoline is busy! Can't you see? I am working!"
“Eh? You are not cool! It's summer vacation! This is summer LoL!” I sulk.
She immediately without further ado turned around.
"If you have anything interesting," she returned to her place.
This is how people who have been lonely for too long. Because they don't get along, it's a bit difficult in the end.
I followed her from behind. Since we went into the library again, that meant only whispers were allowed.
“Ah, that's right, a year ago. What is the name? We were going to Alnwick Park that time?” I said opening the topic.
She glanced at me hopelessly. I can read her face. It's like she said 'a boring guy who uses past topics' to me indirectly.
Gwendoline sighed.
“Red rod Rubarb.”
"Are you sure that time?"
"Yeah, it's not poisoned," she added as she closed the book at her table. "At least not with the leaves."
"How bad are the leaves?"
"I dunno. It says on the book. I've never tried," She shrugged. She laid out some books and fiddled with her computer keyboard. I don't know what she's doing. But clearly, she was reluctant to accept me as his guest this time.
"Come on! it's not like you! I mean scientifically… or maybe there is an explanation behind it?”
She looked away. She's a little selfish. If she doesn't want to answer that means there is no negotiation. Damn, my topic ended sadly.
"Forget the matter," she added then handing me a newspaper frontpage. “Killer around Yorkshire! It even had the words 'A killer without a face, smell and a gun' written on it. Isn't that weird?"
"Well, I don't want to talk about ghosts. It will break my happiness box,” I said lazily. Now, I turned to be bored.
“This is the language of journalists, Mark! Of course there is no such thing as a ghost! Nothing but ghosts in the past… well metaphorically.”
"Then it's even more difficult. Not even for the gender though? Just forget it."
“Eh? It says woman here.”
When I think about it, I'm starting to get curious, after I got the police badge from Elysa.
“Hey, Gwen, speaking of deaths, I thought there was a tragedy at Widehope about 20 years ago? About the student died. Is that a lie?”
She nodded confidently.
“Yeah...”
Hearing rumors bores me. Not until she continued her words.
"Yeah, at first I thought so."
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