It really feels heavy, both the eyes and the body to be prepared if you have a certain agenda. It feels like frustration because your sleep can't be extended freely. Despite the fact that no matter how sleepy I am, I never get up later than eight, even if it's a day off.
The reason is that last night. For some reason, I opened the newspaper I bought during a short picnic with Verdamant, which she slipped yesterday. Some of the things written in it, pique my interested even a little. Like I said before, I'm a lazy person. Automatically it can be concluded that I am not easily interested in mysterious things.
The problem is that if a 'local newspaper' leans on the title 'killer' it is quite a shocking thing. The meaning would be a bit different if it was from my own eyes that confirmed it, but it was stupid even though I heard this yesterday, from Verdamant's mouth when I asked her to read the newspaper. And this has become a common sense for me to be interested.
Early in the morning, when the majority of everyone was still asleep, I stole the start to take a shower. What do you expect from a bathroom of only ten? Here's one way. Then I waited for breakfast time in the canteen. My taste buds are used to that bland English food. Apart from being too wet, sometimes it's also the leftovers from yesterday which are warmed up. On the bright side it has side dishes, vegetables and mashed potatoes. Oh one thing, a box of milk from a donation that's only one day away is sure to spoil. Sometimes they give me bonus up to three boxes. Again, the important thing is still edible.
After that I decided to go to Beckey's room first. Nothing else, but that's because I was wrong to tell Gwendoline it was just the two of us. More precisely, I twisted my sentence. Cause that Gwendoline is anti-social?
Right a few steps, I remembered that today Foscow was supposed to come out of the sickbed. I looked at the place, someone brought something.
"Isabeau?" I muttered.
Maybe they did a small celebration in their own way. Fine, I'll also do it my way, but later after I get a lot of fish. I proceed to my objective.
“Wow, what a morning, Mark!”
I knocked on the door after so many times. But her appearance seemed unconvincing.
"You're ready, right?" I asked her a little less sure
"Well, Mark…," she replied hesitantly.
This girl seems unprepared. Waiting for girls to dress up is the most boring thing. I knew sooner or later it would be the two of us.
"Okay, until then-" With a disappointed face, I closed Beckey's door.
“Eh? W-wait!” Beckey frantically held the door as I closed it. "I-I already took a shower! Wait a minute, okay? You remember? I have a monitor lizard!”
The thing is I would never take someone who doesn't take them seriously or doesn't even care about monitor lizards. For me it's like a passing wind, but thank God if it is realized.
The room looked the same as mine, even everyone else. It was to be expected from this boring place. But the characteristics are clearly different. For a girl, who I'd even venture to say is quite the modeling star, Beckey was pretty disorganized. At least she should put her veins on the underwear scattered in all directions.
After all, if I see that her underwear is scattered with monitor lizards, I choose that monitor lizard. The size is not too big, at least she bought a large enough cage. I took the words don't care. At least it gave the reason behind waiting for the girl dressed up behind the blue curtains.
I opened the cage door.
"Yeah, good boy..." I stroked his head, he didn't look scared or threatened.
"Well, that's because he had breakfast," she said from behind the curtain.
Hearing that I was a little disgusted. Not in this animal, but in its food.
After a few minutes, we walked out of Beckey's room. Not after she said goodbye to the caged animal. I told Beckey not to miss the food rations in the cafeteria. While I caught up to Gwendoline's place.
Right after I stood in front of her room, the door was immediately opened. This didn't come as a surprise, after all she had installed infrared sensors near her door, two of them.
"You better live up to it, that 'beautiful place'!" she said resentfully.
I nodded confidently, although there was one thing she didn't know yet.
The black shorts and panda print short sleeve shirt really suits her. At least it's not too different from Beckey who wears a gray set.
"You didn't have breakfast in the cafeteria first, Gwen?"
She shook her head in refusal
"I'm not used to breakfast."
We headed to my place briefly to pick up the necessary items. Three buckets of water measuring 20 liters. Before taking the two fishing rods that I bought and deposited at Mr. Juan, I have to pick up Beckey first. It was a bit of a disaster.
“Grrr… why did you invite someone else?” whispered Gwen slightly angrily.
“Huh? It's not someone else. She's Beckey!” I replied
Meanwhile, Becky just smiled.
I explained at length. Luckily she was willing to accept it, even though it was a bit difficult.
We get on the bus. Sitting between two individuals who exude different auras is indeed quite difficult. One is very enthusiastic, the other is frustrated. Well, luckily the ending will be different when we get to that place.
The Derwent River, where I'm going to visit, has a long course. Sourced from flyingdales Moor, flowing the towns of Stamford Bridge, Pickering, Helmsley, Filley to Hull. It's not surprising to keep a large variety of fish. From flounder, chub, perch, pike, eel, trout and even salmon.
The problem is that not all places, throughout the Derwent River, are available for all kinds of fish. But I'm pretty sure, that summer is the perfect time to hunt for salmon. If neither is caught, I'm still positive with trout.
On the way, I chatted more with Beckey than Gwendoline, who only scowled when baited. Gwendoline really is like a fish who want to find the flow of clean water. The reason, she was just facing the bus window. Either nervous or just a little annoyed.
“So… what's your plan?”
“The first is salmon! Let's see whether the water quality improvement project in Yorkshire, whether it increases or not!” I said excitedly.
“Make sure? You mean you're not sure yet?" said Gwendoline.
I sighed.
"Oh come on, Gwen! This project has been going on for years! Sometimes we have to see the good side of Yorkshire, you know!”
“Grrr…,” she muttered and grumbled to herself.
I ran a hand through her hair like a child calming down, but Beckey joined in.
“N-no! Stop it!"
Beckey was just playing her. But I don't think it's like bullying, more like you're stroking a cat's head.
We stopped right at the Malton junction. We turned left while the bus went straight towards Eddlelthorpe. In no more than two minutes, we pulled to the left instead of going straight along a tree-lined path.
"If we don't get Salmon, what's your plan?" Beckey asked.
“Pretty much trout in the summer. They're fresh water after all," I replied nodding.
"It makes sense, rather than the type of fish that migrated from the sea to the river," Gwendoline added.
"Well, actually I've prepared my own container for Grayling," Beckey beamed as she held out a plastic bottle from her bag. "Do you know? Ecke needs variety too!”
"Ecke?" Gwendoline for the first time asked towards Beckey. But her face lowered down in slight embarrassment.
"Eckesachs, a monitor lizard."
“Y-you have bi-lizards?” Gwen was shocked.
"Yes sweet child! You want to see?"
Beckey, who couldn't stand Gwen, pinched her cheeks repeatedly.
“L-let go, licentious girl!”
I intervened, even though it wasn't necessary. Gwendoline meanwhile hid behind me. Her face grew cuter, like a frightened kitten.
"If that bucket is enough, just use it," I pointed at the bucket Beckey was carrying.
"Okay."
Imperceptibly, a wide carpet of grass, separated by the river was already visible. I immediately took a position to lie down for a moment, enjoying the atmosphere. While Beckey was making her rounds near the river, Gwendoline immediately baited the other rod I brought.
The wind is light, still like the expected theme.
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