27.12.2006
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http://www.netsaga.is/media/files/InnerChild.mp3
Sveinn, who also lives in Keflavik is quite a likable chap, jolly,
everyone´s darling, easy going and well disposed to others. He´s rather short of stature, thin, good looking with light-red hair down to his shoulders. A great soccer-fan both as a player and observer. Their lives have been entangled somewhat through-out school attendance and soccer participation since they were about seven years of age.
-What happened to you, inquires the little man´s best friend, while his eyes look around the corridor, but can´t see anything suspicious, because momentarily Jon Jonsson has paused his ambitious journey on the spiritual circle.
-You...wouldn´t believe me, even though I´d tell you what actually
happened, Loki sobs with his green eyes wide open.
-Ye, OK, his friend assures him using his consolatory voice. Svenni pats on his head. Let it flow.
-You must remember Jon Jons who used to be in our graduating class in secondary school....
-Yes, of course I recall him. What ever happened to him?
-Do you also remember, that he was always nagging me with his continuous teasing. Everywhere we came close to each other; in or outside school. It was almost impossible to keep away from him, because we lived in the same street. He happens to be one reason I came to Laugarvatn, so far away from Keflavik, that I wouldn´t have to fear him anymore.
-Are you telling me that he´s now attending this school, Sveinn asks disbelievingly. He who didn´t even graduate?
- Svenni, he´s here somewhere, cross my heart and hope to die! I was so amazed that I screamed, Loki says with cogency.
Svenni assists him on his feet and informs that now he´s able to join them in the kicking.
-I´ve raised enough info to finish my essay tonight. Come lets kikk sam bolls, for the weather´s much too gorgeous for worrying
about some old ghosts.
-Well then, agrees the other one obviously having re-assembled most fractions of his new ego, which he´d been able to create up in the country.
Sveinn takes hold of his neck and together the carefree teenagers jock out on the field where they´ll join their friends in football´s seriousness.
-Try and stay awake, man, Gudjon whizzes angrily, when the opponents´ ball lies the fourth time in the net behind Loki, without him trying to lift a hand in the defence. From the start of the game he´s been standing abscent-minded between the posts and staring south towards Svinavatn (Lake of Pigs).
-I´m sorry, lads, but I´m having this peculiar sensation. A strange voice inside me is telling me continuously that I have to call home right away!
-That´s nonsense, wha...didn´t you ring home yesterday? Gudjon´s patience has reached its end. He´s not used to this kind of behavour, for when he participates in a game he doesn´t think of anything else.
Gudjon, who comes from Selfoss as do most of the school´s pupils is quite a likable chap and a true friend of his friends. He´s red-haired like his father, thin and long-legged. As a sportsman he´s quite versatile and always up front whichever the sport he participates in, whether it´s soccer, basketball or volleyball.
After he graduated he´s been out front in the world of the media.
-I can´t tolerate this any longer, Loki yells and takes hold of his head. Jon seems to be inside my head and he repeats:
Ring home ...Ring home...Ring...
-Run to the phone, man, Svenni decides for him, but be quick. Day´s getting short.
Loki does exactly what he advises and runs as fast as he´s just been shot from a cannon towards Kos, under the stairs, where the telephone´s located, picks up the phone and listens.