A/N This is the 3rd update, and third chapter of my story. (As you can clearly see.) Please read this, and I'll give you a virtual cookie, for you to virtually enjoy whilst reading.
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Chapter 3 - "I see a divorced man."
-Definition - involving the use or exercise of judgment.tending to make moral judgments: "to avoid a judgmental approach in dealing with divorced couples."
-Synonyms: capricious, discretionary, frivolous, inconsistent, injudicious, irrational, irresponsible, offhand, optional, personal, subjective, supercilious, superficial, unaccountable, unreasonable, unscientific.
Tasha pulled out the scrap of paper again, so we could take the tattoo off our list. We'd done 4, so we only had 17 to go.
"Why don't we go fishing next?" I suggested, and looked around the table. Most were nodding.
"Let's go to the pond in the local park!" Tasha exclaimed, and we all rushed to her maroon Mini Cooper, who I called 'Sally'.
I felt quite sorry for sardines right then, as the mini was almost too crowded to breath. Tasha was sitting I the drivers' seat, and Liam had 'called dibs' on the passenger seat beside her. So the rest of us had to pile into the back seat, Joey and me sharing a seat, and Jess on Nate's lap. Chase was grinning because he got a seat all to himself.
"Are we there yet?" We all asked, one by one.
"No, No, NO!" Tasha screamed, and we all cringed back into our seats. She was really p*ssed off. I can see why, though. We had been asking the same question for the past hour.
"So, where are we?" Joey dared to ask, voicing all our thoughts.
"We're almost there. Now shut up, and let me drive in peace." She stated.
You could almost see the tumbleweed.
I peeked out of the car window, and took in the atmosphere zooming past. We were in a small countryside village, with cute little cottages draped in ivy, and small tourism shops, such as a turquoise blue village store, and a crimson Post Office for the tourists to send post cards to their loved ones. Women and girls walked around in flowery summer dresses and sandals, whereas the guys and boys had T-Shirts, Shorts and flip-flops. I looked down at my sleeveless top and denim shorts. Phew.
"I see a divorced man." Nate blurted out, and everyone turned to look at him.
"What the hell, man?" Liam questioned, as Chase asked "How'd you know?"
Nate shrugged. "This guy was holding divorce papers."
The whole car fell silent again.
There was tumbleweed this time, but Tasha didn't notice, and drove straight over it.
"There's a sheep in that garden." Jess pointed.
"Jess, I think you might need to go to Specsavers. That's a goat...." Chase muttered, and I laughed. Trust Jess. She squinted, whilst looking back at the garden.
"I'm sure it's a sheep..." She mumbled, and Chase chuckled, shaking his head slightly.
"We're here!" Tasha exclaimed, and pulled over. We all unbuckled our seatbelts, and hurriedly clambered out, eager to catch a glimpse of our fishing spot.
We were standing at the edge of a serene aqua lake, glistening and glittering in the scorching sunlight. Boats bobbed along with the mild waves, and seagulls chirped away, happily pecking at a garbage can nearby. A few fishermen were on the water, claiming their spots and catching dozens of fish.
We made our way over to a shed where we could hire a boat for the day, and asked the boat owner for a boat.
"Let's get fishing!" Liam yelled enthusiastically, pumping his fist into the air.
"So... How do you fish again?" Nate asked, and we all groaned, no one knew how to fish.
"Sh*t..." I mumbled, and they all glared at me.
"You're supposed to stay positive. Let's look at a few fishermen, and see how they do it." Tasha advised.
We watched a middle aged man in the middle of the lake lobbing his rod into the water, after attaching some bait to the hook on the end. After waiting a few minutes, he reeled in the rod, and produced a fish.
"Well, he made it look easy." Chase pointed out. A few nodded, so I set to work attaching some bacon to the little hook on the end of the string. I then gave the rod to Liam, who copied the amateur fisherman and lobbed the bait into the lake. He was nowhere as good as the fisherman we had watched, and had to try a couple of times, but eventually, he'd managed to get it far enough away as possible.