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SWAK! Kebam! The hockey ball went in to the goal passing near the goalie's hips and bounced off the back and rebounded onto the goalkeeper shoes. The ball hurt. The goalie took his gloves off and felt his foot, it hurt, a lot. At least he wasn't moving too much he thought. The goalie's hips were the weakest defence of the goalkeeper. Many balls had gone through this "death angle" as the goalkeepers say. It was proven just know by the scoring team and seconded by the defending goalkeeper.

A boy ran away and fist-pumped another boy. He had just scored another goal for his team. "Who scored it?" asked the score keeper "Jason did." Someone replied "Again?"

It was an interesting sight to see for the bystanders as Jason jumped up and down and sideways hysterically and twirling around with his hands up. Then the whistle was blown and everyone got off the field for the half-time.

"Okay crew, we are smashing them. Jason, you did great do you want to rest as a fullback?" Coach Matt said. "Well… yeah probably, that was so tiring especially when that player fumbled the ball and leaves me to race back up to the other side." Jason replied. "Xavier I guess it means I put you back on centre forward, please just don't push to many people over, OK," the coach sighed "But all in all you've done everything right especially you, Zoe, you are just shining today."

Zoe smiled with a big grin "You can always count on Zorro you know." She did a Z in the air with her hockey stick. Her action received a few smirks and giggles. Encouraged by these positive reactions she shouted "En Garde!" and she pointed her stick at Xavier playfully. He was still expressionless but you could see the tiniest of smiles at the end of his thin lips. He held his long hockey stick up and touched Zoe's 'sword' and replied "You won't defeat me!" in a mocked grave voice. Zoe and Xavier started sword fighting. Xavier commenced by hitting Zoe's stick down. Zoe then lifted her stick and crashed her stick down onto Xavier's stick and held her stick to Xavier's chest and said "You can't defeat Zorro." Xavier then jumped back and swung his sword and swung it sideways. But before they could really engage fully…

The whistle blew and everyone got on to the hockey field again. It was a perfect day for hockey with a nice cool weather and no dampness. The grass was green but a little brittle and the ground was hard and dry. Too bad the game was almost over it was a fun game. Four people of interest on the field were the four friends Jason, Zoe, Katrina and Xavier.

Jason was a 16 year old by with scruffy light brown hair, grey colored irises, and medium build with strong arm muscle with many calluses on his hands. Zoe, also known as "Zorro" was 15 also and was a little dark skinned and had thick shiny dark chocolate hair, green eyes and long ponytail-pigtail. Her hair was the longest that any person who knew her had seen. Her hair had grown to be 100 cm from her neck down. Katrina, well, was the typical Germanic complexion, with smooth lightly tanned skin, semi-tall, long blonde hair, deep ocean blue eyes, small hands and a great smile wide smile with full lips.

Xavier was, well, a mystery. His hair was dyed blonde on the extremities of his hair and his normal black color was left near his scalp and his hair was combed to the side with gel, his blue-grey eyes were captivating in a mysterious way and he was semi-tall and was well muscled on his arms and legs but he was weak in one of his arms from a childhood accident. During a crawling race his muscles had pushed too hard and cracked his left arm bone, it was explained as being something normal to happen as athletes will get it sometimes from things like that. It still embarrassed him about the incident. It didn't help Xavier when he had too tell the truth about his broken arm. Normally, he said he had broken his bone from sky-diving or something similar like rock climbing but when his friends were around he said the awful, awful truth.

The opposition players were marked with numbers contrary to Xavier's team that only had first names. Number 10 passed the ball back to 11 and started running forward only to be shouldered and twisted around. 11 started passing back to 16 but Xavier broke through and intercepted the ball/ Xavier then passed to Charlie and Charlie passed it to Zoe on the wing. Zoe then brought it to the 25 meter line but was tackled by number 11 who had run back to catch up with Zoe. She lost control of the ball and was in the possession of number 11. The odd numbered player ran through the attacker… and the game kept on and kept on going like this. Really it did. Except for a few goals scored here and there by Jason's team.

The spectators started to get bored and many of them dwindled away over to the warm barbecue to get a sausage. The club's sausages were fresh and they tasted good. "Just a little too fresh considering when they were made. Shish... what is it with fresh sausages that make them so smelly and repugnant and especially those" Xavier thought and scrunched his nose. He saw Katrina giggle because it wasn't often for Katrina to see Xavier make any sort of emotion on his face. Xavier grunted. It was always a show for friends to see him act abnormal to his personality. Xavier had been told that Jason's father had killed the cow two days ago and the sausages had been made yesterday. Xavier wasn't a big fan of sausages anyway. Just like his friends, he like the Aussie Meat Pie, the hard-core Australian "Urban" bush tucker, as Jason mused.

After the match, Jason and Xavier were in the change rooms. As usual they were mucking around and frankly being annoying to the visitors. Jason sat thinking for a while; the change rooms were never lively without himself and Xavier. They had at first started dacking their own team players but when that backfired on them they started dacking the visiting players. Dacking was a slang word for pulling down other people pants down on purpose but not always the underpants. Jason and Xavier had started dacking their own team when their team responded in dacking them on field as opposed to Jason and Xavier only doing it in the change rooms. When they had started dacking the visiting players, the teams complained to the head management of the hockey club. It didn't end well with the two boys. They were sentenced to a two week training suspension and to clean the toilets. Now they had taken up to singing extra loudly to popular songs and 90's music. Especially 90's music, it drove the 'cool' kids mad and it sort of psyched them out. The visitors had tried many times to overpower Jason's and Xavier's powerful and booming voices. Jason and Xavier really got into it when the girls from the other teams congratulated them and praised them for their singing. The two boys didn't need the ego booster, it made things worse for the visiting boys and also when the two mischievous boys' own team had started enjoying their songs and had joined in with the fun.

The girls from the other teams thought the boys got lucky they only had to stand Xavier's and Jason's singing. The girls on the other hand had to stand Katrina's and Zoe's deodorant spraying, toilet paper wetting and throwing and stuff girls do in the lavatories. The female toilets now smelt raspberry, it used to smell like strawberry. The girls said there was a difference. Xavier and Jason didn't think much of it. Secretly Jason liked raspberry better. Shh… but don't tell anyone, no one, especially, no extremely especially don't tell Xavier. Xavier and Jason had a wonderful time annoying each other. Their bickering was their sign of friendship. At least that was Jason thought. Xavier was more serious. He found it ti be a game to him and had to play his moves right to win. He was not sure what he was supposed to win. A nit of a problem is not. Maybe he could win a good beat up. He was pretty sure he didn't need any more of those awards.

Once Jason, Xavier, Katrina and Zoe came out of the change-rooms, they walked to the nearby bus stop. It was Katrina's birthday today and they were taking the train to go someplace for her birthday.

In Xavier's pocket was his smartphone. Loaded with music that is. He didn't really care about messaging or keeping in contact with his friends. In fact he didn't have Facebook or any sort of social media on his phone or his home computer for the fact. He didn't find a use for it since he only had three good friends and since they saw themselves each school day he figured he didn't need his private life invaded. At least that is was what he says; his friends were a bit like that too. He also had his pocket knife in his pocket. It was a basic one, just a knife but very, very, very sharp. The knife was sharp enough to cut a snail cleanly. Jason and unfortunately Zoe and Katrina can attest to that since Xavier made a big show out of it. All that Zoe thought was "Poor little snaily-wailey" and Jason thought "Awesome can we do it again". Katrina just felt a little sick after the 'awesome' episode of gruesomeness. The toilet still demonstrates a keen smell from her little illness or 'maladie' as she called it.

Zoe had planned that they would go to the ice skating rink. They were all fans of ice skating. Katrina and Xavier were more the artistic skaters and Zoe and Jason were the speedsters. The quad of friends advanced to the dilapidated bus stop. Jason and Xavier were busy distracting Katrina while they let Zoe figure out the quickest route to the rink.

When Zoe turned around from the sign she had quite a sight. Xavier was on the bench in great agony. Katrina was holding him upright and sort of hugging him. Jason and standing normally and was humming. Zoe, with her brown hair flying in the wind, stormed over to Jason and shouted "What the heck did you do to him?". "Please specify what information you want: Press the left elbow if you want to know my version of the story, press the right elbow if you want the normal story, If you want know what I am humming, press my chest, If you are annoyed at me by now please do not step on my feet." Replied Jason in a half in a robotic voice half laugh.

Zoe, for all that matter, just stepped on the questioner and pressed his right arm hard. Really hard, as hard as a strong man trying to bend a metal rod.

"Okay, okay, okay, it is simple; I just made him sort of get a wedgy by pulling the elastic bit on his underpants up with all my might. I had forgotten Xavier's weird thing about wedgies and when I realized he wasn't responding I let go and man did it hurt. It scraped his back and gave a slap as red and as bright as a tomato or a red pepper." The victim complained. Jason's interlocutor just stared at him and sighed "boys." Xavier had this weird thing of not experiencing pain by wedgies. A possible explanation is that he knew how to do the splits every which way since an early age.

After Xavier recuperated, the four friends boarded the bus that just arrived. Destination: The Ice Skating Rink. They were planning on taking the train directly back to their home town of 4000 inhabitants. It was a small town but a nice one. Everyone knew who each other was and news spread quickly through town. But all that was to be left behind for a little while…

Hope you liked the story. Please be patient on writing as it has to fit in with my straining studies and my numerous activities and the need to spell check often to keep my errors down. Please point out all errors in the story as i have little time to find them myself.