Bleakboy and Hunter Stand Out in the Rain

by Herrick, Steven

  I blush.

  *

  On the grassy area at lunchtime, a few parents have arranged tables in a large semicircle. On each table are items for sale. All the students wander from table to table, looking for treasure among the cast-off toys and books.

  A large sign is strung between the two wattle trees in the corner. It reads, ‘All proceeds to charity’ with a picture of Kelifa pasted into the top corner. I’m busy tying the cord a little tighter, so Kelifa won’t get blown away by the wind, when Kate races up and grabs my hand.

  ‘Hunter is setting up his own stall.’ She grins.

  ‘No!’ I say. ‘I wonder what he’s selling.’

  ‘Maybe he’s offering a joke booth? One dollar a laugh,’ Kate says.

  ‘More likely a “Give me a dollar and I won’t hit you” booth. He’d make a fortune with that one,’ I say.

  She leads me across the grass, still holding my hand. We jostle among the kindy kids surrounding the booths. The first person I notice is not Hunter, but an old man with a walking stick. He’s standing behind a table laden with sushi! Hunter is beside him, offering a sushi roll to Larry.

  ‘Three dollars Larry, special deal for teachers,’ Hunter says.

  I notice the sign above the stall, which reads, ‘Sushi $2.50’. Larry sees it too, but happily hands over the gold coins.

  Hunter spies me and Kate. He spreads his arms wide, a shopkeeper displaying his fine items. ‘Chicken, avocado, beef teriyaki,’ he says. ‘No whale meat!’ Kate and I both reach into our pockets.

  Hunter makes a gesture for us to stop. He offers me a chicken roll and Kate an avocado and cucumber roll. ‘Free for my friends,’ he says.

  ‘Did you buy all this?’ I ask.

  The old man puts his arm around Hunter’s shoulder. ‘A nice Japanese man gave us a huge discount.’ He reaches across the table to shake our hands. ‘My name’s Les.’ He looks at Hunter. ‘The young man here told me all about fundraising for the starving Africans,’ Les says. ‘He figured as I had lots of spare time, I might as well join him on this stall.’

  Les reaches behind him into a large esky and pulls out a bottle of fizzy drink. He pours it into two plastic cups for Kate and me. ‘Home-brewed ginger beer, on the house. Or on the stall, I should say.’

  He leans forward. ‘Funny thing is, the Japanese man seemed to think I was Hunter’s father and the head of a company called Dalton Enterprises.’

  ‘Hunter can be very …’ I can’t think of the correct word.

  ‘Persuasive?’ Les suggests.

  ‘Imaginative,’ says Hunter.

  Les reaches to shake my hand, again. ‘This is a good thing you’ve organised, young man.’

  Hunter sees Sarah on the verandah and cups his hands together, calling out, ‘Sushi, Sarah! Special price for teachers.’

  Sarah reaches for her handbag.

  Hunter looks at me. ‘I’m going to ask Sarah if you and me and Kate can help pack up, after lunch,’ he says. ‘That way, we’ll miss maths.’

  There’s only one word I can say in response.

  ‘Ha!’

  Helpful

  Websites

  Jesse, Hunter and Kate recommend these services:

  www.care.org.au

  CARE Australia is an Australian charity and international humanitarian aid organisation fighting global poverty, with a special focus on empowering women and girls to bring lasting change to their communities.

  www.msf.org.au

  Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders) is an international, independent, medical humanitarian organisation.

  kidshelp.com.au

  If you’re between five and twenty-five and need someone to talk to Kids Helpline is there 24/7 for problems big and small. Call 1800 551 800. Our services are free.

  www.seashepherd.org.au

  Sea Shepherd Australia is a non-profit conservation organisation whose mission is to end the destruction of habitat and slaughter of wildlife in the world’s oceans in order to conserve and protect ecosystems and species.

  RACHEL

  My town

  is exactly

  four hundred and twenty-two kilometres

  from the ocean.

  I check the distance

  driving home from holidays

  with Mum and Dad

  the day before school begins

  and while Bondi Beach

  gets frothy waves

  of cool, salty water on white sand

  my town suffers

  waves of dust storms

  and locust plagues

  and heat that melts the bitumen

  and the first thing I do

  when we get home

  after driving all day

  is run down to the dam

  in the near paddock

  and dive in.

  The water is warm and brown.

  My toes squelch in the mud

  while the windmill clanks.

  A pond-skater buzzes the surface

  and starlings fantail

  across the sky

  the day before school begins.

  Laura

  My new teacher

  wears a flowing summer dress

  with red pianos printed

  on white linen.

  Her hair is crow-black and messy

  and she pulls it back

  from her face

  and ties it with a red ribbon.

  She wears black ballet shoes

  and casually sits on her desk

  before asking us

  to tell her something, one thing,

  that we like about ourselves.

  Selina, Mick, Cameron, Pete and Rachel

  immediately

  raise their hands

  while I slink as low as possible

  behind my desk.

  SELINA

  Ms Arthur said we should

  bring in a photo of ourselves,

  our favourite,

  to paste on the Class 6A wall

  and we could draw a design

  around the photo

  with our name, in bright colours.

  And underneath our photo

  we could write,

  once a week,

  what we’ve done lately

  or what made us happy, or sad.

  ‘Just like Facebook,’ I said.

  On Tuesday we spent all morning

  drawing our names in big letters

  with swirling colours

  of red, yellow, green and blue.

  Except Cameron

  who wrote his name in tiny letters.

  His writing was so small

  you had to go really close

  just to see if it was there at all.

  And he’d chosen a thumbnail photo

  of when he was a baby

  lying in a cot asleep.

  Cameron spent the whole morning

  admiring his little photo and his teeny name

  surrounded by glaring white cardboard.

  Sometimes he stepped back

  and looked at the photo from different angles,

  like an artist.

  Then he’d move close and adjust it,

  just slightly.

  Finally Ms Arthur couldn’t stand it any longer.

  She asked Cameron

  if he planned to add anything

  to his cardboard.

  Cameron looked shocked

  and said, in his usual loud voice,

  ‘No way, Ms.

  I want to have lots of space

  to write about everything I think!’

  Mick

  I’m staring out the window

  minding no one’s business but my own

  because Ms Arthur is teaching maths

  and that’s not really my go.

  What do we have calculators for?

  Charlie Deakin from 5C comes in with a note

  and Ms Arthur tells me the Principal

  ‘requires my
presence in his office’.

  So I follow Charlie along the verandah

  and he’s smirking the whole time

  because no one gets called out of class

  for good news,

  it’s always trouble,

  but I don’t say anything

  and I don’t act nervous

  because I haven’t done anything wrong,

  not lately anyway.

  Well, not that Mr Hume knows

  and I trust my classmates not to tell anyway.

  Charlie Deakin is still grinning

  like he’s won a prize,

  yeah, first-prize boofhead.

  He knocks on the Principal’s door

  and says to me,

  ‘Hume’s madder than a nest of bull ants.’

  Charlie Deakin opens the door

  and walks away down the hallway

  leaving me standing there

  with Mr Hume looking at me

  and he’s not smiling.

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  Bleakboy and Hunter stand out in the rain / Steven Herrick.

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