I think he knows what Iâm here to say.
So Iâm not wrong. And thatâs a sickening thought.
âPoo sausage. Someone told Lachlan Parkes about boerewors and called it poo sausage.â
âUm, yeah. But it was funny.â Max slides his feet back on the concrete. The lace is still untied.
âNot the way he talked about it.â
âBut I said lots of good things.â He starts to frown. âI said it like I did yesterday, as a joke. Lachlan made me tell him what happened.â Heâs talking quickly, breathing quickly. âI had to tell him stuff.â
âSo he could then use it against
me
? Why else would he ask you that stuff? You think he likes South Africa? You think heâs interested? Lachlan Parkes? He was always going to say something stupid.â My best day in Australia is spoiled. âSurely you know that heâd ââ
Max talks over me. âI had to tell him.â He looks smaller than usual, scrunched down on the seat. He glances down at his feet.
âReally? Had to?â
He doesnât say anything more.
The siren goes for us to head upstairs.
I wonder what else heâs said, and who heâs said it to, and why. Max seemed totally impressed with the food yesterday and now, instead of telling everyone how good it was, heâs turned up to school with his âpoo sausageâ line ready to go.
A girl steps between us, heading for the stairs. I turn and follow her.
For the rest of the day, I canât keep âpoo sausageâ out of my head.
At the start of lunchtime, I decide to go to the library and speak as little as possible. But on the way there, Lachlan walks past, holding a sandwich near the back of his pants and saying in his stupid version of a South African accent, âLet me know if youâre hungry, Hershie, and Iâll make you a snack.â
I donât know where Max is, and I donât care.
On Tuesday it gets worse. I turn up to school ready for it, maybe even looking for it.
At the first break, I come out of the toilet and Lachlan Parkes and his friends Josh and Ethan are right outside.
âJust having something to eat, were you?â he says. Itâs yesterdayâs dumb joke, back again. I move to step past him, but he blocks my way and says, âNot going to answer me? Not going to say anything, Hershey Fondee Murphy?â
It takes me a second or two to realise itâs my name, in that joke accent. Then Ethan repeats it and laughs. They start chanting it, âHershey Hershey Fondee Murphy.â They move in around me and start nudging me, still chanting. First just the three of them, then four, then five. People I donât even know start doing it.
I must step back because I bump into the wall. They take a step closer.
Then I notice Max is nearby, just beyond them, looking at me, saying nothing. Lachlan sees him too.
âCome on, Max,â he says. He walks over and gets behind him, putting a hand in Maxâs back, shoving him towards me. âYou know you want to.â
âNo, I . . .â Max moves, stumbles.
One of Lachlanâs friends bumps into him. Max looks small among them. Heâs frowning and his lips look pale.
Lachlan jabs him in the ribs. âSay it, Maxie.â
I see Maxâs lips move. âHershey Hershey Fondee Murphy.â
I want it to stop. I shout, âVoertsek!â and then realise how Afrikaans it sounds and probably is.
âFart sick,â Lachlan says, and his friends laugh.
Nothing is right, nothing I can say, and Max isnât helping me. Heâs one of them. He told Lachlan the âpoo sausageâ stuff and now heâs next to him, playing his game and making me feel like an idiot.
It all gets jammed in my head, and I have to get out.
I shove Lachlan hard.
He trips and falls over. He hits the ground with a thump and rolls onto his side. Everyone goes quiet and steps back.
Lachlan gets up, wiping