Tarts

After our herbology lesson yesterday. Mrs Mox told us that there was an old greenhouse at the back of the school and if we could clean it up by the end of the year she would give us all an A. She did say that we would all have to do the exams and such because we have to. We all agreed. A small project for us three. A safe place. Today we are going to check out the greenhouse and see what we need and have Jerry supply it for us. Jerry isn't rich but his dads send him a shit ton of pocket money, so we're all gonna pool our cash together and see what we can do but Jerry is the one who will order everything.

"This is awful." Jerry moans. Stuffing his face with strawberry tarts that he managed to snag from Nacho. Those knaves will be so jealous, "we are completely lost thanks to that doofus."

Nacho spins round," you do it then. Mrs whats-her-face didn't give us a proper map so we have to go on rough instructions from her." I skip ahead and push past the mass of willow ranches in the way. In front of me is a cobble wall.

"Guys? I think we are going the wrong way?" I stammer. I don't like confronting people if they are wrong. I trace the stones with my finger. "Flesh be flesh, bones be bones," I recite," strong as steel and strong as stone." I smile and spin around to the boys," let's go on an adventure!" I scramble over the wall as Nacho supports my legs and Jerry cheers for me. I underestimated how strong I was. Nacho laughs at me and flies up to my level while my knuckles go white as I grip the wall. I mutter an incantation and haul myself up the wall. Jerry just walks through it to the other side.

"Show off," Nacho mutters. Jerry standing just below Nacho laughs. I have an epiphany.

"Catch," I mutter and push Nacho off the wall and into Jerry's arms. Jerry smoothly catches him in his arms.

"Looks like you fell for me," Jerry says winking and placing Nacho down. Nacho slaps him. Classic Asian drama. I stretch out my arms as Nacho comes to lift me off the wall. We've been so busy flirting (the boys obviously, not me) that we didn't notice the massive greenhouse standing in front of us. Well, it wasn't very big. There was a small field about 10 metres squared. The grass was up to our waists and the greenhouse was pretty shabby. The roof was partially smashed in and the door lock looked rusty and broken. Nacho reaches out to see if he could pick it but the lock just disintegrated in his hand.

"Well then," Nacho says, pushing the door in and watching it tumble backwards. Jerry pushes past us running up and down the length of the greenhouse and screaming. Nacho and I look at each other before bursting into a fit of giggles.

"We need a name for it," I propose. Nacho nods in agreement while Jerry screams that it has to be a cool name. Beds line each of the walls most of the way down, the grass in here is almost up to our chests and the soil is filled with weeds. I whistle this is going to take a while.