Authors: Bali Rai
âMr Singh said to go north-west,' I explained. âSo . . .
this
way.' I nodded towards another spinney that was thick with dark and twisted trees. It looked really spooky.
âAfter you,' Emma told me, looking a bit worried.
âI've got those stickers,' I told her. âWe'll stick them to the trees just in case we get lost.'
âJust like Hansel and Gretel,' she replied.
I pulled out the stickers and stuck one to the first tree we reached. Now we couldn't lose ourselves and go missing . . .
HALF AN HOUR
later it had started raining again and we were lost.
âI said we should have turned right!' protested Emma.
âWe did!' I replied, getting annoyed.
We'd turned right and left and right again and it was still no use. No matter what we did we just found ourselves deeper and deeper into the spinney. The branches were sopping wet and huge droplets of rainwater were thudding on top of my head.
âWhere did we put the last sticker
again?' Emma asked.
âI can't remember,' I told her. âIt was back there somewhere.' I gestured to the left with my head.
âWhat are we going to do?' she asked.
I thought for a minute. The map that I'd seen hadn't been
that
big. Surely if we just kept going in a straight line we'd come out somewhere. But that was part of the problem. The trees and bushes were
so
dense that we couldn't be sure we were actually moving straight ahead.
âLet's go back the way we've just come,' I said.
âThis is like one of those silly movies,' replied Emma.
âWhat movies?' I asked.
âSilly ones â I just told you. Knowing
our
luck, there's probably some monster lurking in the trees waiting to eat us for dinner,' she moaned.
âDon't be so daft,' I told her.
Suddenly there was a loud cracking sound.
âWhat was that?' asked Emma with a start.
I spun round to see where the noise had come from, but I couldn't see anything.
âWhat is it?' Emma asked again.
âNothing,' I replied. âCome on . . . let's go this way.'
I led her to the left, away from the noise. I was sure it was nothing but I was still a bit spooked out, mostly because of what Emma had said about silly movies. But they were just films. There was no way there could be anything out there. That was just stupid.
CRASH!!!!!!!!!
âOh, my God!' shrieked Emma. âThere's something out there!'
This time I was properly scared. Whatever had made the second noise was really
close by. I lifted my paint gun and held it in front of myself.
âLet's just go anywhere,' suggested Emma.
âYeah,' I agreed.
We pushed through some branches and suddenly there was a slight clearing. In the middle was an upturned tree. I walked over to it and sat down.
âWhat are you doing?' asked Emma.
âI'm thinking,' I told her. âWe haven't been this way before.'
She sat down next to me and sighed.
âShall we just shout out until someone hears us?' she asked.
âWe could,' I replied.
From within the tree-line something moved quickly. It stopped and then it moved again.
âIt's nothing,' I told Emma. âIt's probably just a bird or a badger or something.'
âI'm not scared!' said Emma. âHonest . . .'
âDo you think the others are looking for us?' I asked.
âI hope so,' she replied. âIt would be a bit mean if they weren't.'
âBut we've only been gone about an hour,' I said. âGavin said the course normally takes a few hours . . .'
Emma looked worried. And we've not seen anyone,' she reminded me. No one at all . . .'
âI'm sure they've missed us by now,' I replied.
There was some more rustling in the trees. Then another loud crack. And then something began to growl . . .
âCome on!' I shouted, grabbing Emma's hand and running towards the other side of the clearing.
Emma screamed and followed me. We pushed our way through more trees, and
then suddenly my feet slipped from beneath me and I went crashing down a steep bank with Emma right behind me. We ended up knee-deep in the stream. The water was freezing.
âEurghh!!!!!!!!!!'
moaned Emma.
Something moved along the top of the bank.
âIt's still there,' I said. âLet's just follow the stream.'
âBut I'm wet!' she complained.
âIt doesn't matter,' I told her. âLet's go . . .'
Whatever was up on the bank moved again and then there was another growling sound. Only it was deeper than the first one.
âI'm scared!' Emma told me.
âSo am I,' I admitted.
Whoosh!
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
The water around us turned blue and then red. And then someone started giggling. Someone else started laughing. The third person
sounded like they were almost
crying
with laughter. I looked up the steep bank and saw them: Chris, Abs and Lily!
âWhat are you doing?' I demanded. âChris! Lily! We're supposed to be on the same side!'
âGOTCHA!!!!!!!!!!!' shouted Abs, before splattering me with blue paint balls.
âYou nasty, horrible, nasty . . . horrible idiots!' shouted Emma.
She didn't get to say anything else because Lily blasted her with paint too. Red paint . . .
When we got back to everyone else, I wasn't bothered about who'd won the challenge. I was cold and wet and my feet hurt. But I wasn't as bad as our goalkeeper, Gurinder, who had tripped and twisted his ankle. It was really badly swollen and it was obvious that he wasn't going to be able to play in our
next game. His dad had taken him to the hospital to get his ankle x-rayed.
Lily was excited because Gurinder's injury meant that our reserve keeper, Gem, would get a game.
âShe's brilliant!' Lily told anyone who would listen.
I looked around at the squad. The Blue team had officially won and no one from our side was even complaining. It was strange because everyone was just having a laugh together â boys
and
girls. It looked like the coaches had been right to bring us on this team-bonding exercise. And
everyone
had cheered loudly when Emma arrived back and blasted Gavin with one paint ball after another!
âOK, people!' shouted Wendy. âTime to go home. Training on Thursday this week, although we'll be around on Tuesday too, for anyone who wants to do extra. Hope you
had a good time and bring on the next game!'
âYEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!' we all shouted.
My mum walked over to me and gave me a hug.
âMum!' I complained, trying to get away.
âOh â don't be like that, Jason! Give your mummy a hug . . .'she said.
âYeah, Jason,' Parvy said to me, with a huge grin. âGive Mummy a huggy-wuggy!'
My face went red as Parvy, Lily, Chris and Abs started laughing at me. Dal didn't laugh. Instead he gave me a shrug.
âParents . . .' he said, just as his dad walked over and complained about losing.
âThat was all a set-up!' Mr Singh said.
Dad!'
âWell â it was!' he continued. âThere was no way I was shot three times . . . !'
âIt's only a game, Dad!' Dal reminded him.
âDon't care!' replied Mr Singh like a spoiled little kid. âYour team cheated!'
I grinned at Dal. âYou reckon it's easy to swap your parents for some less annoying?' I asked.
âHope so,' joked Dal.
âCome on!' said my mum. âLet's go home.'
BY THE TIME
I got to the match against Rockwell Rangers, everyone else had already arrived. My mum had made me late, waiting for a plumber to turn up and sort out our washing machine.
âI'm ever so sorry,' she said to Wendy as we walked in.
âIt's no problem,' Wendy replied. âJust let us know if possible.' She turned to me. âGo and get changed, Jason,' she told me. âThe
rest of the team are out there already, so be quick.'
I nodded.
âSorry, son,' my mum said for about the hundredth time that morning.
â'S OK,' I reassured her. âWe had to get the machine fixed.'
I ran into the boys' changing room and got ready, just before the Rangers players turned up. I was pulling on my boots when they walked in. They were talking about a television crew they'd seen arrive in a TV-company van.
âWonder why
they're
here?' asked one of the lads.
âDunno,' said his mate. âBut they look like they're going to film the game.'
âIt's because our team is different,' I told them as I finished tying my laces.
They both looked at me.
âWhy?' asked the first boy.
âHaven't you heard?' I replied with a smile.
âWe've got girls playing for us and they're brilliant!'
I might as well have told them we had elephants playing for us â they both looked so shocked.
âYou're joking with us, aren't you?' asked the first one.
I shook my head. âSee you on the pitch,' I said as I walked out past the rest of the Rangers team.
âThey've got girls in their side!' I heard one of the lads say to the rest.
âWe'll definitely beat them now!' said another. âAnd we'll be on the telly when we do it-brilliant!'
âYou wish,' I said under my breath.
We may have had a bad start to the season but I had a funny feeling that things were about to get better. I don't know why, but something inside me told me that we were going to beat Rockwell Rangers.
Our squad was getting together for the team talk when I got outside. And Abs and Chris were arguing with each other.
âPotato head!' Abs said to Chris.
âDoughnut!' replied Chris.
You're the doughnut,' answered Abs.
âAnd you kick the ball like a girl!'
âAbs!' said Parvy, Gem, Lily and Emma at the same time.
Sorry,' he replied sheepishly. I meant rubbish girls â not you lot, honest.'
âAhhh,' said Chris. âLook at Abs and the Barbies . . . they love you!'
âNo!'
Yeah!'
No!'
Yeah!'
âOh, please be quiet!' said Wendy.
âYes, miss,' they both said together.
âAnd call me Wendy,' she went on.
As we gathered together, Ian and Steve went through who was playing where. It was the same team as the last game except for three changes. Firstly, Gem was in goal for the injured Gurinder, and secondly Ant was playing instead of Corky, who had a cold but was there anyway.
âYou're going to give us your germs!' moaned Emma.
Won't,' replied Corky.
Will!' said Emma.
WON'T!'
WILL!'
Ian blew his whistle.
Button it!' he demanded. The final change is Jason.'