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The race I was just about to overtake Salvatore when I heard my sister shout.

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Introduction

Chapter 1 The race I was just about to overtake Salvatore when I heard my sister shout. I turned round and saw her swallowed by the grain that covered the hill. I shouldn't have taken her with me, mother would have made me pay. I stopped. I was sweating. I caught my breath and called her. "Maria? Maria?" A little suffering voice replied. "Michele!" "Are you hurt?" "Yes, come." "Where did you hurt yourself?" "My leg." She was pretending, she was tired. I'll go ahead, I said to myself. But what if she'd really hurt herself? Where were the others? I saw their tracks in the grain. They ran up slowly, in parallel lines, like fingers of a hand, up to the peak of the hill, leaving behind them a trail of trodden grass. The corn was high that year. At the end of spring it had rained a lot, and halfway through June the plants were more blooming that ever. They grew densely, brimming with lavender, ready to be picked. ...read more.

Middle

She's too small." "I'm not too small!" Maria protested "I want to take part in the race too!", and then she fell. What a shame, I was third. First was Antonio. As Always. Antonio Natale, otherwise known as the Skull. Why we called him the Skull, I can't remember. Maybe because one day he stuck a skull to his arm, one of those transfers you could buy at the newsagents that clung onto you with water. The Skull was the oldest of the group. Twelve years old. And he was the boss. He liked to rule and if you didn't obey he became nasty. He wasn't very tall, but he was big, strong, and courageous. And he climbed up that hill like a damned bulldozer. Second was Salvatore. Salvatore Scardaccione was nine, the same age as me. We were in the same class. He was my best friend. Salvatore was taller than me. He was a solitary boy. Sometimes he came with us but more often than not he minded his own business. ...read more.

Conclusion

"Michele...?" "Maria, you made me lose the race! I told you not to come, damn you " I sat down "What happened to you?" "I got caught up in something. I hurt my foot and... " She opened her mouth wide, squinted her eyes, rocked her head and exploded in a whimper "My glasses! My glasses are broken!" I would have slapped her so hard. It was the third time she'd broken her glasses since school had finished. And every time she did, according to mum, whose fault was it? She would say "You've got to be more careful, you're her older brother, you don't understand! I don't find money in the allotment. Next time those glasses break you'll get such a large punishment that..." They had snapped in the centre, where they had already been sellotaped. They were for the rubbish bin. Meanwhile my sister carried on crying. "Shall we go home? I'm so thirsty." We were far behind everyone else, there was no chance of beating that fat pig, and lunchtime had already passed by some time. Mum would have been standing by at the window, waiting for us. I wasn't anxious to get home... ?? ?? ?? ?? ...read more.

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