Unfortunately, the other two members were John and Kyle. Kyle had a face like roadkill, a home-pierced eyebrow and the attention span of a goldfish. He didn’t fill me with confidence. We got into a huddle, which was a good idea since we exchanged heat. I was starting to lose feeling in my extremities. Unfortunately, we were also exchanging body odours. Kyle was part fish. Fish that had been left out in the sun for a couple of days. I broke away. ‘Any ideas?’ I asked. The signs weren’t good. Kyle shuffled songs on his iPod and Dyl drained his fifth cola of the day. At this rate he’d run out by the weekend. John, meanwhile, did a stunning impersonation of a tree. Time for Marcus to take charge. I had two ideas. The first was to spread John across the river and use him as a bridge. I didn’t suggest it. The second involved building a raft. ‘C’mon guys,’ I said. ‘We need to work together here. There’s no I in team.’ ‘No Z either,’ said John. ‘What’s your point?’ ‘There is a B in banana, though,’ chipped in Kyle.
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