Date: Mon, 14 Apr 2003 19:26:16 +1200 From: arthur Subject: Short Ass part 1 young friends SHORT ASS Part one By Arthur Authors Note: Although this story was previously posted on another site and was at that time exclusive to it I feel that after the events of today he would have wanted it to be seen by others as it was one of many he liked to follow closely so to that end this story is dedicated to: JUSTIN CASE 1956-2003 IN MEMORIUM Some men follow, and others lead, Justin we were made to follow and to be protected by your shadow, it will forever be our task to match your strides. The Author retains all rights to this story so there, if you charge your clients then ask me first or be damned, if your under age for your country, don't tell your parents or leave now. Any similarity to people or places is intensional so don't get upset. All comments may be sent to rochopa@xtra.co.nz "What the hell am I doing here, just cause mom and dad want to go to the ends of the earth doesn't mean us kids have to follow" "This sucks man, bloody Australia, what's down here, a lot of friggin overgrown rabbits jumping around and the guys all talk funny, mind you they don't look to bad all tanned and everything, bet schools a drag as well, still can look at the suntans, hehehe, I wish." "Mendoza, what the F*** is a half Italian half spanish kid from Canada doing way the F*** down here, bloody mom and dad must be crazy." "Well I better get this email off to JC he told me to write as soon as I could, he was real good to me on the chat, sheeit we had a laugh or two in that room they didn't know I was only fourteen, hahaha, thought I was older, some nice people there though, wonder what the brother thought about it all, the time I spent chatting, typical twin, nosey as shit, wish he'd leave me alone at times, let me do my own thing for a change." He sat there, fourteen years old all his friends now 12,000 miles away wondering what was to become of his life, no friends, no real close friends, like Jason was, he thought they should have done a little more than what they did but then again they were only fourteen, he looked again at the mirror on the wall of his room. "Hrumph, well supose it could be worse, 5' 4" tall, hazel eyes, blonde hair, pretty fit from soccer, wonder if these Australians play soccer, don't look much like soccer players, all big and brassy the way they talk, slurring their words, worse than the yanks down south, oh well suppose I got to put up with it, dad said two F***in years here for the government, who'd want to be a diplomat, friggin stupid, no family life, just getting to know Jason and they uproot us and we're off to this god forsaken place." "Bloody, Ricky Mendoza, fourteen years old, short and a soccer player. what hope have I got here, these big bastards are gonna kill me if they find out, oh well school tomorrow, have to wait and see." He finished typing his email to JC and shut down the computer after sending it off, well dad said there was always tomorrow, "Yeah right, send the ambulance to pick up the pieces of Ricky Mendoza from the school yard, that'll be the call tomorrow or when those big bastard Australians find out about me, why couldn't we just stay in Canada, at least Jason was there for me, now there's nothing, and those bastards are going to pick on me cause I'm a bit smaller than them and foreign as well, shit got to get some sleep, hate school, hate exams, hate Australia, hate this life, shit where's Jason when I need him." "F*** sake Ricky man, go to friggin sleep, shut that thing down man, I want to see what the girls look like tomorrow, F*** it man go to sleep." "Yeah, yeah, I'm doin it." "Have to be a friggin twin didn't I, couldn't be just me, no, god wanted two of us to piss off, f*** it, might as well sleep the last time before those f***ers get to me, why me, what'd I ever do to god, why did he make me like this, shit I miss Jason." ************************************************** "Hrumph, whasit, what?" "Come on Ricky time to get to school, your brothers already gone, come on son up you get." "Ok, mom, ok. I'm awake." "Hurry up son it's getting late, you don't want to be late on your first day do you?" 'Yeah right like I don't want to go at all' "Ok mom, I'm up." "You've only got twenty minutes to get there Ricky, we don't have the extra car now you know, you'll have to hurry up." "Ok mom, ok., why didn't bro's wake me?" "Now Ricky you know what your brothers like." "Yes mom." "Come on son hurry up." Why argue? "Yes mom." "Ok last check, shirt?yes, pants?yes, shoes?yes, bag?yes, cut lunch? yes, what's this cut lunch thing don't they have civilised canteens here? these guys are just soooo primitive, hate all this, seven times in the last ten years we've moved to some stupid place just so they can get a better appointment in the government, bullshit, oh well got to move or mom will be yelling at me again." The hot Australian sun beat down on the small figure as it made its way down the road in the red wind blown dust of the road, it was 102 degrees in the shade, if you could find any shade to measure it, as the boy felt the sweat run down his back as he walked the 500 meters to the gates of the new school, blowflies settled on his back to suck up the moistier from his shirt as he watched the red dust settle on his once clean shoes, thoughts of the snow and ice he'd left behind timbled through his mind as he watched the dry sedge grass bowl along with the wind. "From the f***ing fridge to the frying pan in two days, Please god send Jason here, I'll pray to you every night, promise" "Shit here's the gates, well better go face the music, where's that brother of mine, oh yeah there he is, chatting up the local girls already as usual, look at him, all smiles and nicey nicey, lookout girls he just wants your panties off, hehehe, that would piss him off if I told them what he was up too." "Now where do I go, oh thats right over to that room, F*** man look at the size of that guy, he's got to be nearly six foot tall, wonder what class he's in, oh well he'll kill me quick anyway, f***er that big wont even break a sweat with me, well no soccer fields here by the look of it,so much for my exercise, wonder what they do play here?" "Young man, yoohoo, young man?" "Me Miss?" "Yes you young man." "Yes Miss?" "Are you the new boy, Mendoza, Ricky Mendoza?" "Yes Maam." "You come with me young Ricky, that's your brother over there, am I right?" "Yes Maam." "Good, okay come with me young Ricky." "Yes Maam." "Now young Mendoza R, you're going to be in the fourth form, we supply all your books and such like, okay? now if you have any thing you need to find out just give a yell to the office, okee?" "Uhm, yes I think so Maam." "Don't worry young Mendoza R you'll get used to us soon, we haven't eaten anyone for about a year now, hehehe." "Yes Maam." "Now your brother will be in another class, we dont like to have twins in the same class, starts too much confusion." 'I'm going to like this school after all, keep the bro away from me for a while anyway' "Yes Maam." "Now young Mendoza R this will be your form room, C4 okay your master is Mr. Barret he'll be teaching you." "Yes Maam, where is the next class held Maam?" "Next Class? oh, oh, thats right you change classes in Canada don't you, no Mendoza R we don't change them here, you stay in the same class with the same teacher and any subjects he doesn't teach then a substitute comes in to cover it, ok?" "Uhm, yes I think so Maam." "You'll get the hang of it Mendoza R, just wait and see, you'll be right." "Uhm, yes Maam, thank you Maam." "Ok Mendoza R in you go, just grab a seat and wait till the rest get here." "Yes Maam, thank you Maam." He entered the room with trepidation, what was waiting for him in this strange country where they all talk funny and the kids are bigger than tree trunks, the dust even stinks and the sun is way to hot, he looked up as he entered the room, the same chalk smell as back home and the odd bit of musky sox smell as well, the dry arid heat in the room was not relieved by the open windows but only accentuated it, strange bird calls rang through the air as he found a seat at a desk in the rea of the room, then a thick set boy in the corner spoke up, he had red hair and pimples with a face full of freckles and was as big as a house to the diminutive Mendoza R. "Woodn sit there mate." "Ahh, why not?" "Gizza's seat mate." "Gizza's seat?" "Yeah mate, big fukka, slap ya titfa's for yah." "Sorry, I don't get it." "Oh, right, fukkin yank, ees gonna slap yah ears mate, yah caan sitin is seat mate." "Uhm yeah ok, thanks." "Nuttin mate" Mendoza R moved to another seat and settled down pulling his bag close. "Hey yank, yah fukkin dumb or sumptin." "Huh sorry?" "Thats Bazza's seat mate, hee's biga than Gizza, knock your block off ee will." "Ok so where the fuck do it sit, and I'm Canadian not a fuckin yank." "Same thing yank, on the floor fars I'm consernn, just pick a seat not taken, any idiot knows that,.......fuckin yanks, no brains." "Uhhm, whats your name?" "Scabby, wass your's?" "Ricky." "Yeah ok short ass, whasseva yah says." To Be Continued: