that!â I said. Mr Marshall gave me an odd look then. He must have heard panic in my voice, or something.
âHis bandâs playing at the Ringinglow tonight,â I added. I wasnât sure whether that was true or not. I couldnât remember what day it was, even. âIâll be fine in a minute. I feel better already.â
Mr Marshall made me some tea and we waited a little for Chris to come back. I just wanted to go to bed. Mr Marshall walked with me to the corner of our road and then I just ran home and straight to my room. I wanted to howl.
You donât exist.
Youâre nobody.
So why? Why?
I had another letter to my mother in my pocket. When I read through the last one it sounded as if a seven-year-old hadwritten it. I walked home in the pouring rain, mouthing the words of the new letter, wondering whether Iâd have the courage to actually send it, whether it was worth the effort even, when I saw my Aunty Jill arriving at our house and Dad letting her in. I ran into the house just as Dad was closing the door and shook myself like a dog in the hall, wanting to annoy them for some reason.
âCould have done with you half an hour ago,â Dad told me. âYour Helen was here. She fainted down in the cellar. Iâm not surprised, stuffy little hole it is.â
âIâll go round and see her,â I said.
âDo no such thing,â Dad told me. âSheâs as right as rain, but I told her to get an early night. No point waking her up, Chris.â
âSheâs a nice girl, Helen,â Jill said. âYouâll miss her when you go away.â
âI know,â I said. My insides had gone as fidgety as an anthill. I didnât want to stand in the hall chatting. I wanted to see Helen.
Dad shrugged. âWho can tell, at their age? They think the world of each other, those two. Too young to get tied down, though, Chris.â
âI know. I know that. Iâm not daft,â I said. I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. Anything to get away from them both, grinning away at me as if having a girl-friend was like winning a ribbon on sports day. âDid she come round for any reason?â I asked, as casually as possible.
âAye. She came to tell you she was fine,â Dad laughed.
I closed my eyes. I leaned my head against the tiled wall.
âShe looked fine as well, white as a ghost down there.â
âSheâs had flu,â I said. âSomething like that.â
âShe told me sheâs doing Dance for one of her exams,â Dad said. âFunny subject, that.â
âNo funnier than Greek,â Jill said. âAnd thatâs what I did. Look where that got me. Three kids and a field of horses.â
Their voices buzzed behind me in the hall.
âFancy a drink?â Dad asked her.
âWhat dâyou think Iâve come for? The nine oâclock news?â
It was good to get rid of them. As soon as the door closedbehind them I put a cassette on really loud. The whole house was vibrating with the noise. Guy screeched at me to pack it in. I didnât care. I opened all the windows wide. I wanted the music to throb down all the way to Helenâs house. Sheâs fine. Nothingâs wrong.
Dear Nobody,
Yesterday evening I bought another pregnancy test. This time I read the instructions properly. It had to be done first thing. This morning I shut myself in my room. Mum was in the kitchen downstairs, singing loudly to some jazz on the radio. She was in one of her rare happy moods. I think maybe when I was little she used to sing a lot. I donât really remember. Most of the time sheâs locked up in her own thoughts, like my nan. They donât seem to like each other much, my mum and her mum. They hardly ever see each other. I hope it doesnât ever get that bad between Mum and me. Iâd hate that.
âIâll tell her,â I promised myself. âWhatever it says,
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