Part 6

Eric and Samantha, the sixteen year old twins, were walking back from school. They both had bright blond hair and both were too thin. In school, teachers were buzzing around them, asking them softly about anorexia and other various eating disorders, or, in case of the overly practical resistant materials teacher, if they would like some of his chocolate bar. Mental problems were not the issue, when it came down to it, they were poor and found it hard to get the money to buy food. It did not help that their mother was too proud claim government help and it did not help that their Dad had left years ago with another woman. Rather than going straight home, the twins usually sat on the grass, in a field by their house, talking about the day. Today was not an exception.
"Look Sam, can you talk a little quieter, I've got a cracking headache," moaned Eric, running his fingers through his thin, blond hair. Sam glowered.
"AHRHGHg!!" she yelled at the top of her voice. Eric moaned. She smirked and tore out a clump of grass with her right hand. She liked grass, it was green, unlike bark. At this point, she heard footsteps coming up their hill. Both lazily moved their heads to work out the source of this, people other than themselves rarely came up here. A young boy, about twelve, was running up through the long grass. He was wearing a green t-shirt. He stopped, panting, in front of them. He stared at them expectantly. They stared back.
"Well, get up then." Said the boy. Sam frowned, Eric rolled his head back.
"Whyyy?" he managed to say.
"He's summoned you." Said the boy, nonchalant. Sam was beginning to enjoy the whole sensation of mystery, her brother however, had a headache.
"Who, who's summoned us?" she asked. The boy paused, considering the question.
"He...does not have a name."
"Get lost," Said Eric.
"I'll come,"
"No Sammmmm," gowned Eric, trying to grab at her ankles as she stood up and walked purposefully over to the little boy. She grabbed his hand and said,
"Go on then, take me to him."