Over The Top: Going Wild

Spotty drained the pot, then he threw it across the clearing into a gorse bush.

"Fetch!" he said.

"Get it yourself" I said.

Spotty came over to me and grabbed my hair.

"Ow!"I cried, "Let go!"

Spotty wrenched my head back and threw me to the ground.

"Don't tell me what to do!" said Spotty.

Then he went over to Pundi.

"You need a haircut!" he said.

Pundi leaned away from Spotty's thick arm, but there was no escape. Spotty pulled Pundi over to me fire and pushed him into it. There was a hissing sound as Pundi's hair caught fire, then Spotty pushed him over.

"Short back and sides" said Spotty.

Pundi rubbed the blackened area where the fire had been. He looked as if he was in great pain. But when Spotty sauntered away, he winked at me. It was all an act, to satisfy the bully.

About an hour later, the teacher came to check on us. He inspected the tents to make sure they were tidy, and asked us why the site smelled of burnt rubber. We tried to explain but he was too busy to listen.

"Get down to the vans. Quick! We've got some tramping to do."

This was the part I hated most. The tramping. Following sheep tracks through the gorse. Stopping to look at dumb waterfalls. Climbing hills and descending hills. All I'd get was blisters, bites, scratches and hunger.

"Where's Samuel?" asked the teacher.

"Spotty? He's here, somewhere" we said, looking for him.

We found Spotty up a tree.

"Get down!" the teacher said.

Spotty swung down and grinned at us.

"Its cool up there" he said.