Egg Turfs

I buckle the plastic green helmet around my chin, keeping it loose enough so I can chew my gum. Making binoculars with my cupped hands, I see it.

“What do you see?” whispered Stick from beside me.

“Just as I thought,” I reply, “by the slides, three Dino-Nuggets. Trying to take what’s ours.”

Stick spits in revulsion, peeking his bobble head over the rock wall, our prime sniping position.

From my spot, I can see McDonuts jumbling his way behind cover, Bug Eyes frightfully hidden above the slides with his ice cold bucket of water, Freckles behind the tire swing, 7 hidden eggs, and our secret weapon.

“Think they’re ready for this?” I smirk, cocking my new CO2 white cap airsoft gun.

With a short whistle, I alert Freckles, our newest member. She’s a rookie, but she knows what to do.

“Hey boys,” she exclaims, walking from the swings.

Results are perfect, as one of Dino-Nuggets drop the basket, popping open a few plastic eggs. “Wh- What’s up?” He tries to lean on the slide but stumbles.

“Just wanted to hang out. I don’t bite!”

“Oh. I think that’d be cool to ha-“ his buddy elbows him. He must be the leader.

“No girls allowed,” says the leader, “my Momma doesn’t give me shots just for you to get me sick!”

“I get shots too, ya know?”

“Yeah, to stop you from turning into a slimy monster!”

“You’re a slimy monster! Look at your clothes!”

“You’re just here to take our eggs,” says the leader. Crap.

He looks around, our heads drop.

“No I’m not,” she yells.

“What are you here for then?”

Silence... Come on, say something Freckles!

“Him,” she says, pointing at the nervous boy.

What?

“Him?” Asks the leader.

“M- Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“Why?”

“Because... I wanted to ask you something.”

“What?”

“No, I want to ask you something alone.”

What are you doing Freckles?

“Oh. Okay. Let me grab my bask-“

“Leave it, and stay where I can see you,” demands the leader.

McDonuts peeks from beneath the slides he’s somehow managed to sneak to. Bug Eyes has the water bucket in both hands, tired from holding it so long.

“Well come on,” says Freckles, hands on hips.

“Dont trust her Timm,” mutters a 3rd Nugget.

“Don’t give them our names,” exclaims the leader.

Timm, with his name revealed, is now even more nervous as he tumbles his way to Freckles. Hands behind back he says, “What d- do you want?”

“You.” Freckles grabs him by the shirt and pulls him in. As he tries to get away, he’s spin around until she has him in the bear hug. She plops back and wraps her legs around his waist.

“Help me!” Timm yells. She has him trapped, and he is shook with fear.

The leader pushes the 3rd Dino-Nugget to rescue but he yanks back, falling to the ground.

I take my opportunity to position over the rockwall, aiming at the leader. “Stay where you a-“ suddenly I’m knocked in the forehead. I stumble backwards, but Stick catches me, crouching behind cover again. What was that? I peak over for a glance, and quickly duck to hear a pebble whistle over my head

“I should have known,” says the leader, “that the ‘Life Drainers’ would show up here. You’re taking in /girls/ now?”

“It’s the Life /Savers/,” I yell, hearing another pebble slap the other side of the wall. I peak over to find Bug Eyes crouching down, hiding behind his bucket of chilling water.

“And who’s this?” Questions the leader.

I hear him resist, kicking gravel as he’s pulled from his hiding spot. “Let me go man!” Yells McDonuts. Crap!

Stick confirms, “They got McDonuts, they’re pulling him out!” A pebble slaps Stick as he stays above for too long. “A fourth Dino-Nugget has him, he’s bigger than McDonut!”

“Don’t worry, I have this,” says the leader as he pulls out a secret weapon of his own. I glance, see the worn sharpie, then get hit square in the nose by a pebble. I’m knocked back. I grasp for a handle. I miss. I fall from the wall. I watch Stick watch me soar from our hiding spot. I hit the ground.