Winter was as aesthetic pleasing as ever; the beauty mesmerised the kids of Bettisonville. They would go out and throw snowballs at each other. It was a common tradition in this town. But, not for The Boyz. They called themselves that after watching a famous R-rated series online without their parents’ consent.

They had burnt through all the fun they could have in the third term holiday, so all they did now was sit in The Boyz headquarters (HQ) not to be mistaken for the Pulanski basement, even though Mrs Pulanski did the laundry there and Mr Pulanski kept his tools there, too.

Vic picked up the guitar and started playing a slow western tune, it accentuated the boredom but Richie liked it.

“Boooooooored, The Boyz are bored,” he started singing.

“Boooooooored, The Boyz are bored,” they all sang too.

They went quiet and looked at each other for a bit, and burst out laughing.

“I’ve got something fun for us to do,” Rodney said, lying on his back on the sofa.

Rodney was a lean, tall boy for his age. He had lengthy red hair from his supposed Irish decent and tanned skin from playing outside a lot. He was the most adventurous of the bunch, but always got into trouble.

Richie was sitting on the edge of the two-seater sofa. Next to him, on his left was Vic, sitting on a rocking chair and to his right was Nerdy and Noobie sitting on the sofa.

“Well?” Noobie asked.

“Well what?” Rodney said languidly.

“Don’t play dumb, dude,” Noobie said annoyed, “Spill it!”

“Yeah!” they said in unison, except Vic, he didn’t speak unless it was absolutely necessary, in fact some of The Boyz hadn’t heard him talk in a while, some never.

There have been stories as too why the raven haired, short and muscular boy actually didn’t talk much. One of them being that he was two tongued which makes it hard to speak, which proved that most of these stories were made up. No use asking Vic himself either.

“Okay fine!”

He got up eagerly and pulled his bag towards his feet. He pulled out a plastic bag with unidentifiable objects inside and then he pulled out a couple of white rocks.

“Move the sofas back and open up some space,” he commanded with a grin.

“What’s going on dude?” Richie asked a bit frightened.

“You’ll see, just move the sofas, dude, hurry,” he said.

The other boys adhered and moved the sofas while Rodney crouched and started drawing on the floor. His long strawberry blonde hair kept blocking his view but he pulled it back carefully not to imbue it with the chalky remains of the white rock.

“Is that Trig-metry?” Noobie said with his face squinted.

A tall and a tad chubby boy, with brown short unkempt hair. He often said dumb and inconsiderate things but he was usually unaware of his indiscretions.

“Trigonometry, you mean,” Nerdy said holding up his glasses with his pointing finger with his face bent over the markings Rodney was carefully inscribing on the floor. “And I think you mean Euclidean Geometry.”

“No it’s not Euclidean Geometry, it’s ancient okay,” Rodney said blowing his hair out of the way with his mouth.

“What are you doing messing around with ancient Euclidean Geometry on my basement, dude?” Richie asked sternly.

Richie was a tall and muscular boy with brunette hair. He was the friendliest kid in Bettisonville and had strong athletic skills, which made him popular. He cared not of his notoriety though but only for his boys. He was well equipped with formulating plans with his leadership skills.

“Argh! It is not Euclidean Geometry!” Rodney yelled agitated.

“What the?” Nerdy said adjusting his glasses and squinting his face, “Is that Kanji?”

“For once, someone is right!” Rodney exclaimed elated, “It’s ancient kanji, I’m not even sure if it is Kanji.”

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