Drake the Dragonboy Read Online Free

He was hoping that the next day when he got to school they hadn’t forgotten and moved on to their next project.
    Ronan and Juniper hadn’t forgotten. Quite the opposite. They were chatting together at the school gates when he arrived and pulled him over to join them.
    â€œWe’ve got Textiles first up and luckily today is the day we get to decide on our new project.”
    â€œAre you coming to class?” asked Drake and then wished he hadn’t. That probably sounded a bit mean.
    â€œAbsolutely,” answered Ronan. “Got good reason to be there now.”
    The trio positioned themselves at a group of tables at the back of the class. Juniper went to look at patterns for capes while Drake and Ronan looked at material. Drake chose a brilliant red for his cape, just like Dragonboy’s cape and a purple velvet for Juniper’s. Ronan chose a patterned material with skulls. They were all back at the table ready to go when Ms Friar, the Textiles teacher, came to have a look at what they were doing.
    â€œOoohhh, this is interesting,” she said. “Are capes all the thing at the moment?”
    â€œYes,” said Juniper. “Everyone’s getting into them.” Drake noticed a couple of girls at the table next to them listening in. “They’re in all the fashion magazines at the moment.”
    They had never focused so well during Textiles class before. By the end of that class, the material was all cut out and pinned ready to start sewing.
    â€œLook,” said Juniper. “A couple of girls at the other table are making capes too!”
    â€œI didn’t realise it would catch on so easily!” exclaimed Drake. He felt good about what they were doing, even though he felt sick with worry about his father. He was really enjoying spending time with Juniper and Ronan. There were moments when he had almost forgotten that his dad was missing but then the sticky mud feeling in his stomach reminded him again. He hadn’t really felt like he’d had friends since primary school. And it seemed as if they were enjoying themselves too. Ronan was more focused than Drake had ever seen him. And Juniper, in all her enthusiasm, had forgotten all about her need to fit in with the ‘cool girls’.
    At lunchtime they got to the cafeteria early and lined up for their serving of mushy green stuff with crispy brown stuff on the side and a drink of berry juice. They quickly found a table in the corner where no-one would listen in.
    â€œSo, we’ve got the capes sorted. What next?” asked Juniper.
    â€œWe need to figure out where to hide during wing-cutting tomorrow,” replied Drake.
    â€œIn the back girls’ toilet,” said Juniper. Drake and Ronan both turned to look at her in horror. “It’s the best place. The boys’ toilets are checked because doofus Barry and his gang always wag in there. No-one ever goes to those girls’ toilets down the back. The furthest cubicle is a shower with a door that goes all the way to the ground, so we can just close the door and sit on the floor.”
    â€œOkay,” said Ronan and Drake in unison. What Drake liked about the trio was that no-one was taking charge. They were all coming up with ideas equally.
    â€œAnd the next thing is getting past the Quintas … that’s the hardest,” said Juniper.
    â€œWe could make a bomb,” said Ronan. Drake stared at him startled and Juniper let out an involuntary yelp.
    â€œI know it seems extreme, but how else will we get past them. They eat people!”
    â€œWhere’ll you get the stuff to make a bomb?” asked Drake.
    â€œFrom the chem lab. I know how to make a bomb that we can carry without too much risk of it going off … and then we light it and throw it at the Quintas and it will go off when it hits one.”
    â€œNot too much risk? So there is risk of it going off while we carry it?” Juniper asked looking