It’s been thirty minutes since Cindy peeled Barbara off the ceiling and soothed her shrieks into silent shaking. Cindy’s left her BFF crouched in a corner, head down, knees up, pretending she’s in a bomb shelter, safe underground while she checks Sam’s enjoying the ride. S...
The Year Nine girls’ team are making the most of the fading light to get in extra practice for the semi-final tomorrow. I wave at Treacle, who’s jogging on the spot, trying to keep warm in the icy wind while she waits for her turn to practise penalties. We can get the bus home together. Jeff’s on...
TK Maxx is maxed out; Monsoon is flooded. I’m in Mizz-tique with Treacle and Savannah. Thumping music vibrates through the soles of my shoes. Light pools on clothes-rail islands. Shop assistants hover in the shadows. ‘Gemma!’ Treacle tugs my arm, shouting over the noise. ‘...
I duck down beside him, sheltering behind a row of metal barrels. Peering through the midnight gloom, I can just make out a van. Two burly men are pushing a group of huddled men and women into the back. ‘These are the vans that drive them to mushroo...