Where’s the cops? Who wants to go to Adelaide? Macca, that’s who. Turns out he’s got a brother there. ‘Like, guess what? I found out this dude’s name’s Sam Studley,’ says Cola suddenly. ‘And he’s fifteen.’ ‘Who cares?’ says Zac in a flat voice. ‘We’re dumpin’ him soon as we can.’ ‘Hey, Sammy,’ says Cola, swinging round. ‘You got a home or what?’ ‘Yeah. Course I’ve got a home. Hasn’t everyone?’ ‘Nah. We ain’t,’ goes Macca. ‘So where do you live, then?’ Cola looks at me and shrugs. ‘With mates. In squats. Wherever.’ ‘Cola. Shut up.’ Zac sounds edgy. She swings back and stares out the window. Street kids. I haven’t seen this lot before, but then when I’ve been jigging school in the mall they’ve probably still been asleep. They don’t usually cruise till late arvo. I wonder what it’s like being a street kid. Sounds cool. But I wouldn’t want to spend my life on the run dodging cops. ‘Better get off the highway,’ says Macca.
