Chapter 3
The girls walked side by side, leading the little party of five. They gossiped about various stuff during the mildly long walk to town.
"So, you say Ecklie got bit by a dog? Again?" Catherine almost howled with laughter as soon as Sara spilled the beans.
"Yea, that's what I heard. Remember Jackie?" She waited for Catherine's response. From behind, Nick sighed.
"Oh yea. That pretty little thing with all of the curls." He sighed once more, dreamily this time. Sara turned around, about to give him a tongue lashing. There was still a little electricity between them from the water sabotage.
"Yea, and YOU would know because..." She tested him, but the kid would never, ever acknowledge the fact that Jackie had blown him a kiss. The one day that they met her in the town's library, immersed deep in a book that Grissom wanted to check out. Nick smartly kept his mouth shut. "Anyways," Sara continued, "You remember her Cath? She's the one that told me the little tid-bit about Ecklie." Catherine solemnly nodded.
"And if you heard it from her, it HAS to be true. I mean, her sources are as clear as my diamond ring back home." Warrick snorted at the back of the line. Feebly trying to suppress his laughter. Catherine shot him a dirty look.
"Hey," Grissom jumped in the middle of the two miniscule feuds, "how about we follow Sara's saying and act mature? Hmm? Remember, we have to visit my mother next month, and we might as well grow up now and save a scolding."
The group of children had to turn up at Mrs. Grissom's house twice a year to tell her of their events. Or, more like, dictate to Grissom, so he could sign away. This way, they were permitted to go about by themselves. Living in a tree house without adults, leaving any other kids' dream.
Sara smiled deeply with satisfaction. Grissom was the brains of their little crew of misfits. Usually, everyone respected his opinion. Usually.
"Aww, thank you Griss." She stepped back a bit so she was walking by him. Sara warmly patted him on the shoulder. "Come on you slow pokes!" She cried over her shoulder, and tugging at Grissom's arm sped off into the distance.
"Oh no she didn't!" Warrick exclaimed from the back, watching Sara and Grissom's retreating backs. He too started running with hopes of catching up. In passing Catherine, he gently tugged on her hand, bringing, or more like pulling, her along for the ride. Nick stood still, astonished. All of a sudden, his companions had deserted him.
"You GUYS!" He let out a deep breath. "I'll teach you," He threatened as his feet began to pound the dewed grass.
The girls walked side by side, leading the little party of five. They gossiped about various stuff during the mildly long walk to town.
"So, you say Ecklie got bit by a dog? Again?" Catherine almost howled with laughter as soon as Sara spilled the beans.
"Yea, that's what I heard. Remember Jackie?" She waited for Catherine's response. From behind, Nick sighed.
"Oh yea. That pretty little thing with all of the curls." He sighed once more, dreamily this time. Sara turned around, about to give him a tongue lashing. There was still a little electricity between them from the water sabotage.
"Yea, and YOU would know because..." She tested him, but the kid would never, ever acknowledge the fact that Jackie had blown him a kiss. The one day that they met her in the town's library, immersed deep in a book that Grissom wanted to check out. Nick smartly kept his mouth shut. "Anyways," Sara continued, "You remember her Cath? She's the one that told me the little tid-bit about Ecklie." Catherine solemnly nodded.
"And if you heard it from her, it HAS to be true. I mean, her sources are as clear as my diamond ring back home." Warrick snorted at the back of the line. Feebly trying to suppress his laughter. Catherine shot him a dirty look.
"Hey," Grissom jumped in the middle of the two miniscule feuds, "how about we follow Sara's saying and act mature? Hmm? Remember, we have to visit my mother next month, and we might as well grow up now and save a scolding."
The group of children had to turn up at Mrs. Grissom's house twice a year to tell her of their events. Or, more like, dictate to Grissom, so he could sign away. This way, they were permitted to go about by themselves. Living in a tree house without adults, leaving any other kids' dream.
Sara smiled deeply with satisfaction. Grissom was the brains of their little crew of misfits. Usually, everyone respected his opinion. Usually.
"Aww, thank you Griss." She stepped back a bit so she was walking by him. Sara warmly patted him on the shoulder. "Come on you slow pokes!" She cried over her shoulder, and tugging at Grissom's arm sped off into the distance.
"Oh no she didn't!" Warrick exclaimed from the back, watching Sara and Grissom's retreating backs. He too started running with hopes of catching up. In passing Catherine, he gently tugged on her hand, bringing, or more like pulling, her along for the ride. Nick stood still, astonished. All of a sudden, his companions had deserted him.
"You GUYS!" He let out a deep breath. "I'll teach you," He threatened as his feet began to pound the dewed grass.