Aaron Connor by Nathan Davey Read Free Book Online

answered, “They weren’t
exactly the best scores in the world now were they? I couldn’t
believe it the first time you showed me”
    “ You got about
the same as me didn’t you?” I asked,
    “ Yes” she
answered, “But I thought you were the smart one!”
    I sighed and looked away.
Lizzie sat down next to be and gave me a cuddle. I returned the
cuddle, gave out another sigh and put my hoodie over my head to
shelter from the cold. If someone saw us as they walked past with
our hoods up, they’d think we were up to no good. The truth of the
matter is that hoods are just comforting things.
    They enclose you in soft
material, save you from the wind and rain and it makes you feel a
little bit safer. I’m still not sure why it makes me feel safer, it
just does. Next time you see some blokes in hoodies on a cold
street corner before assuming the worst, go to a clothes shop, buy
a hoodie and try it for yourself. You’ll then probably understand
what I’m talking about.
    This pleasant surprise was
exactly what I needed. My arm was wrapped around her small body, I
could smell her perfume and could feel her breathing gently against
my body. I felt so relaxed and calm. Before I realised what I was
doing, I turned my head and kissed her hair.
    Slowly Lizzie moved her head
from her shoulder and looked up at me. After staring at me for a
few moments, she just smiled at me sweetly. Lizzie then pressed her
lips against my cheek. She then replaced her head on my shoulder. I
felt rather happy with myself after that.
    There was the sound of a
growling engine in the distance. I and Lizzie instantly brought our
heads to see what it was. At the far end of the street we could see
some beams of light shine across the bushes. The lights got
brighter and brighter until, a bright yellow Moped appeared at the
end of the street. Adam was riding it. My heart sank.
    I knew that this serenity
wouldn’t last long. I knew that something would come along and ruin
it. Something had come along. It came along in the form of that
yellow bike and the procession of people walking behind it. It was
no surprise that it was the gang of kids in black hoods, with Simon
Grant at the front of the little parade of horror. They were all
wielding weapons such as cricket bats, crowbars and
flick-knives.
    Me and Lizzie froze and held
our breath. The last thing we wanted was to be spotted, especially
when they were carrying those hard looking things in their hands.
The air around us felt so still and we became living statues, our
eyes watching the gang go by.
    Simon was lurching from one
foot to another. He was taking long swigs from a large blue bottle
of cider. All of his gang looked decidedly frightened as they
watched their leader become more and more intoxicated. They knew
like everyone else what Simon was like when he was drunk. One time
during a similar drunken rampage, he pushed a Policeman over the
town bridge but thankfully he was only injured.
    The Moped’s engine suddenly
died down to a low murmur. It had stopped. We could see Adam’s
hooded silhouette which had a chillingly close resemblance to that
of the Grim Reaper. Adam moved the handles on the bike so he could
move the headlines to shine up the street. Suddenly I and Lizzie
found ourselves in a spotlight, like escapees in an old prison
movie. We were caught.
    All of the gang members looked
our way, including Simon Grant. From his belly came a tremendous
deep laugh. We could see his body lurching towards us in a drunken
fashion. His gang followed Simon obediently and walked towards us.
We were pinned to the spot in fear as the gang concerned us in a
circle. We both stood up. The Moped roared up from behind the
approaching gang and the glow from the headlight still flooded the
two of us in light.
    Simon shuffled his way to the
centre of the circle. Standing before us he brought the large blue
plastic bottle to his mouth and downed the entirety of its
contents. The liquid inside the bottle lowered