because Jared told her that her nose looks like it’s permanently pressed up against a window, and that her ears wave at everyone when it’s windy. And it’s not my fault if I have a cold and accidentally sneeze boogas into her hair.
Anyway, even though Jared hadn’t been here long, it seems his family had moved into the one house in town that had a whole system of tunnels right beneath it! The lucky bugga!
He reckons their house is something like a hundred-years-old.
One day, when Jared and me were out the back of his place kicking around the footy, the ball landed in the bush garden by their back door. While we were searching for the ball, suddenly my foot broke through something and into a huge hole. Jared ran to get a torch and we poked around . . . wow!! We’d found a cellar under the house that no one else knew about.
We made sure no one else was about, then sneaked in and explored. It was pretty much empty except for an old trunk in the far corner.
We quickly found the door that would lead into the house. It looked in great nick. We figured out that the pantry in the kitchen had been built over the doorway, sealing the room away forever. Why would anyone want to do that?
We got out of there before anyone came home and set to work making a secret trapdoor. That way, we could use the garden to keep the room hidden from everyone else. Especially Jared’s poxy brothers. Now we’re setting it up as our headquarters and have sworn an oath of secrecy to each other . . .
Anyway, because Mum isn’t exactly thrilled about us hanging out together, I haven’t been over to his place for ages. So when he told me at school that he’d discovered these tunnel entrances down there, I had a feeling, a really BAD feeling.
He spent the next few days exploring them and now Jared knew the tunnels like the back of his hand. He’d seen some really scary stuff in them
. . . the tunnels that is, not his hands. He told me what to watch out for and was going to give me some really cool weapons I could use to protect myself.
So just because Mum didn’t want us hanging out together, I was supposed to say, “Gee, no thanks Jared. I’ll just head into the tunnels and possibly the jaws of gruesome death, without any weapons for protection. I don’t mind bleeding all over the place and having the flesh ripped from my bones.” Yeah, thanks Mum.
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