A MILLION ANGELS. Kate Maryon
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Version: 2016-11-24
For Jane, Tim, Sam, Joe & Ben,
I send a million angels to each of you every day.
Whatever you’re doing, wherever you are,
they fly from my heart to yours,
spinning their threads of gold, stitching us together with love.
Loving you all, for ever and always and more… and more. X
Contents
Copyright
Chapter 1
Tomorrow there will be no pancakes…
Chapter 2
His words bite me…
Chapter 3
My tongue is itching to ask…
Chapter 4
I’m going to collect these…
Chapter 5
You’ll be in for the chop, I promise…
Chapter 6
I’m not a puddleduck, OK?
Chapter 7
I turn to the window and stare out at the rain…
Chapter 8
Someone tries the door handle…
Chapter 9
I kick the back of the wardrobe…
Chapter 10
Just stuff, I say…
Chapter 11
She shows me the text…
Chapter 12
I love you, Dad…
Chapter 13
I think my family have forgotten about me…
Chapter 14
I’m not going, I snap…
Chapter 15
Georgie’s smile is as big as the sun…
Chapter 16
Her eyes glow…
Chapter 17
OH! MY! GOD!
Chapter 18
She avoids my gaze…
Chapter 19
My eyes search hers for the truth…
Chapter 20
I know what I did…
Chapter 21
Lonely is the emptiest place in the world…
Chapter 22
My words bite her…
Chapter 23
Truth is better than dare…
Chapter 24
It’s a nutty one. My favourite…
Chapter 25
For the first time in ages things feel normal…
Keep Reading
Acknowledgements
About the Author
About the Publisher
Tomorrow’s going to be different and I don’t like different. I like things the same. The same like Dad and me. The same like peas in pods and chips off old blocks. The same like our dark curly hair, like our gunmetal grey eyes, like the little dimple on our chins. It’s to do with pancakes too. My dad is the pancake king and I’m the princess. That’s what Mum and Milo say, and every Sunday while we’re waiting for them to get up and come downstairs we make a pile as high as Everest. Taller than the sky. The best pancakes in the world. Then we sit on the back doorstep to talk while we polish our boots. We brush and buff till they shine like silver, till we can see our eyes twinkling in the black. And we talk about everything, Dad and me. About all the mysteries inside of us. About all our wonderings of the world.
But tomorrow we won’t have pancakes because my dad will be gone.
The stars are bright tonight. Glittering bursts of silver shining through midnight blue. But grey clouds are grumbling across the horizon. Rolling across the moon. Rubbing out the stars, and the wind is whisking up a storm that’s sweating under my skin and heating me up with fear.
I’ve tried sleeping, but every time I drift off a huge eagle with sharp claws swoops down and drags me back. Then worrying images of bombs exploding everything to pieces start bouncing around again like popcorn in my brain. They pop, pop, pop and explode out of nowhere. Dark shadowy lumps that are hard to swallow. I’m trying hard to rub them out so my brain is blank and clean.
But it’s impossible to stop them.
If only there was something I could do.
My phone explodes in the dark.
Pip. Pip. U still awake?
It’s Jess. I don’t really like Jess and Jess definitely doesn’t like me. We’re not the same kind of girl. She’s all noisy and nosy, like her mum, Georgie, and I’m more quiet and like to be on my own. Well, I don’t really like being on my own, of course. I would like a friend. Just not a friend like Jess – someone much more like me. But that’s never going to happen because of everything about my life