Kiss of the King Brown
The Race
Sean Buttenberg cuffed his mate on the shoulder. ‘Righto,
carrot head, race you to school.’
‘You’re on, ya Abo-loving bastard!’ The freckles on Johnny
McCarthy’s face danced.
‘Shit,’ Sean cursed as Johnny made a quick start. His
Malvern Star was flying before Sean had mounted his pedals, but Sean soon
gained. They built up good speed. The pregnant-looking old Austin school bus
was the first obstacle to navigate. Johnny launched himself around it, the bike
swerving and just missing the rear bumper bar. Tearing along beside it, the
kids on board cheered and clapped them on, their hands and scarves hanging out
the windows. They sped by the open windows...
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