A Great Story

[Scott Bailey]

Scott sat against a tree, reading his favorite book ''The Tales of Beedle the Bard''. His mother used to read them, he liked ''The Tale of the Three Brothers'' very much, his father said that there were rumors about them, that each object really existed. He would loved to get them all and out run the death but the three brothers couldn't do that with one object, well except the third brother- He'd lived the longest of them. Scott thought about all the things he could do with The Cloak of Invisibility, he could finally read a book with out getting disturbed. But it wasn't possible- he had heard stories that the famous wizard Harry Potter possessed all of them, so Scott could forget about that dream.

He'd noticed that it was quiet and begun to look around, hoping that there was still somebody- No, everybody was gone and it was only him now. Scott closed his eyes in the hope to fall asleep for a hour of two, but he couldn't fall asleep, he had read the book, closed it and put it in his bag. Scott scratched his stomach and closed his eyes again. This time he fell asleep, against a tree, in the middle of the park.

 

[Graeme Fergusson]

With an excited air about him, the young Scot cycled through the now little more familiar streets of New Zealans. He still didn't like it. The boy missed his home, he missed his Ma, his friends all of that lived back home. It was safe to assume that he missed everything about his home. Though he did not hate New Zealand, he liked it, just not as much as he liked his home, and his grandparents were pretty senile. They had no idea who he was half of the time. Which had lead to a number of pretty odd instances. Where Graeme had been sure that his grandparents might end up calling the police on him. It was why he spent very little time with them. Fended for himself mostly. There was one place that Grae liked going. One tiny area. The park he had discovered in the magical part of New Zealand. It was fun, and it was a good place to just have a rest of sorts. Relax and let the world continue turning as he enjoyed himself alone. Whin was why he was cycling at top speed to get there as soon as possible.

Once at the park, the boy hoped off his bike and pushed it along with him. He just walked until when passing round a tree something caused him to stumble and fall, his lost footing brought the bike down upon him in an almighty crash. But as he lay on the ground he could tell that apart from a few scratches everything was fine. He was fine, his bike was fine. They would both be fine. He glanced over and noticed that he had ended up tripping over some other boy's legs. "Sorry man." he said "I" always pronounced as ah in his Scottish accent. "didnae see you there. You awright?"
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