Free Fake ID by Hazel Edwards Page B

and they only had one hole. And they played cricket with a wicket stuck in the ice. Pa would have loved to hear about that, but he was gone by then. ‘To play in heaven,’ said Mrs Donna, but Gran didn’t think like that about Pa’s death. Heaven wasn’t part of what she believed.
    All those thoughts fast-forwarded through my head as I ran across the hockey field.
    What can you say about the dusk match against Street High B? We had most of the possession, we had most of the attack, we had most of the shots, they had all of the goals.
    Street High B wiped us four to nil. It’s a good thing they didn’t send their A team. Luke reckons we just need more practice. So does the coach. And Luke’s dad. And his fan club.
    â€˜No goals in the last two games,’ said Luke’s mum. ‘But scoring goals isn’t everything.’
    â€˜Unfortunately it looks like you’ve hit a bit of a lean spot,’ said Luke’s dad.
    â€˜We dominated the play, our build up was good and our short game has progressed beautifully,’ chanted Luke as if he was making a report. In a way, he was, because his dad always asked for that sort of rundown if he couldn’t get to the match because of a late job.
    â€˜So have you found out what the problem is?’ asked Luke’s dad, examining Luke’s stick which needed slight repairs.
    â€˜Yeah,’ said Luke. ‘The opposition is scoring more goals than us.’
    â€˜Maybe the hockey goal fairy will visit next week,’ said his dad with a grin.
    â€˜Yeah,’ said Luke. ‘So long as it’s not with the tooth fairy. I don’t want anyone knocking out my teeth, again.’
    â€˜I agree,’ said his mum. ‘That dentist smiles every time we pay your hockey subs. He can see the tooth business making more money. You’re just a mouth full of money.’
    â€˜Even the mouthguards have gone up,’ Luke’s dad said.
    â€˜They’re still worth it,’ said Luke’s mum. ‘And from what I overheard from the side lines, a few mouths should be a bit more guarded in what they say.’
    â€˜Ha, ha,’ said Luke but he didn’t really mean it. I knew he was a bit fed up after that game, especially as he’d played full on.
    â€˜Last time we played Street High B, Jessica stopped a few goals,’ Luke said as he took his stick back and ran his hand along the wood.’ I reckon I can fix this.’
    Maybe if Jessica had been in the team instead of me, they would have done better?
    I looked at the three of them. They were a family. I was just an extra. I was part of a fake family and I wasn’t sure about my ID.

Chapter 9 Scam
    My turn to peel the vegetables. Sweet potatoes. Pumpkin. Carrots. Onions. In a way, I didn’t mind, because it meant I was part of Luke’s family roster. But while slicing the carrots, my knife slipped. My blood gushed over the carrots. I held out my hand and the blood dripped splat onto the floor.
    â€˜Yuk! I’m turning vegie NOW!’ said Luke.
    â€˜Get Zoe a band-aid from the medicine kit,’ said his mum.
    I didn’t think I had so much blood. Like your body has all these bits which keep on working, even when you’re not thinking about them. Like skin to keep your insides in, blood cells and muscles. And then they stop dead, when you die, and you don’t think about anything then. Your brain cells can’t think either because they’ve stopped too. Unless you believe in heaven and stuff.
    But I did sort of wonder where Gran was now. And it wasn’t in that belly-dancing studio.
    Later, as we ate a very late dinner, Luke said, ‘These steamed carrots look really red, like they’ve been murdered or something.’
    â€˜Luke!’ said his mum.
    Afterwards, when Luke was feeding Puss, I brought out my backpack to show him the ‘ NOT TO BE OPENED UNTIL ’ stuff. ‘Gran had some medical