Over The Top: Going Wild

Spotty because he was covered in freckles. But Pundi was the opposite. He was shy, polite and meek. He was also oriental, which might have something to do with what happened. I don't know.

"Sir!" I said.

"Yes?"

"Could we have someone else. Please?"

"What's wrong with Samuel?" (That was his real name)

"He'll wreck everything!"

"Don't talk rubbish!"

Our teacher got the three of us ready and led the way along a sheep track. Spotty pushed in front of me and kicked me with his heels when I got too close. Why oh why did we have to have Spotty with us! It just wasn't fair. Why couldn't we have one of my mates instead?

After a few miles of sheep track, we came to a clearing and stopped.

"This will be your camp site." said the teacher.

We put our tents up.

"I'll be back to check on you tomorrow morning" he said, "Just make sure you have your torches handy, and stay together."

"Yes sir" we said.

Spotty gave him a big, blue-eyed, honest smile.

As soon as he was gone. Spotty punched Pundi in the stomach.

"What was that for?" he gasped.

"I don't know," said Spotty, "I just felt like it."

Pundi walked away, bent over, with his hands on his stomach. He was in pain.

"Leave him alone!" I said.

So Spotty punched me as well.

Now there were two of us, bent over in pain. It would have been really funny if it had been on a movie. But it wasn't.

When we could breathe again, we kept our distance of Spotty. I lit a fire and got the sausages out. It was getting on to evening, and the stars were starting