promise me youâll go to school. No bunking off. Youâre going to get a good education if it kills me.â
She has to leave or sheâll be late for her cleaningjob at the uni. Itâs a good forty-minute walk to the campus but at least sheâs not in her high heels now, sheâs in her old trainers â though sheâs still blistered from yesterday.
âI wish you didnât have to walk so far, Mum,â I say, propping myself up on one elbow.
âYouâll be walking there yourself in a few yearsâ time,â Mum says. âDoing some fancy degree course.
If
you get a good education.â
I sigh. âOK, OK. Donât nag.â
âThatâs what mothers are for,â she says. She gives me a kiss goodbye. She sings the usual verse from a Danny song: â
Goodbye, my babe, itâs time to go, donât wanna leave, I love you soooo
.â
I generally sing along with her but I shut up this time. When my alarm goes off at eight I shuffle around the house eating cornflakes straight out of the packet. I stop and stare at each Danny poster on the living-room wall. There are so many we donât need wallpaper. I look at the biggest poster, a young Danny striking a pose, head back, singing into his mike.
My Destiny
is printed at the top.
I suddenly tug hard on the poster and it falls down with a crash, the edges tearing, lumpy with dried Blu-Tack.
âI donât want to be your Destiny, you silly old fart,â I say, kicking the poster.
Then I pick up my school bag and slam out of the door, turning the key and then slipping its string down my neck, under my school blouse. Iâd give anything not to go, but I promised Mum.
I go the long way round, of course. If I took the short cut through the estate, someone would be sure to spot me and theyâd start chasing me. There are two major gangs on the estate, the Flatboys and the Speedos. Theyâre silly baby names but theyâre not all little boys playing at being baddies. Some of the bigger guys carry knives, real serious flick knives, not kidsâ penknives. Jack Myers is in my class and his eldest brother is the leader of the Flatboys. The Speedos captured him recently, and when he swore at them they cut him down his arm and tattooed him on either side of his eyes with a lead pencil to show he was a marked man. So then the Flatboys caught one of the Speedo kids and hung him by the ankles from the top-floor balcony and very nearly dropped him.
The Flatboys and the Speedos mostly pick on each other. They donât often hurt girls, but you never know. Both gangs would go after me because Iâm a Maisie. They call me that because our house is one of the maisonettes around the edge of the estate. Everyone hates the Maisies and thinks weâre snobs. Youâre
especially
hated if you own your house instead of renting.
So I trudge all the way round the outside of the Bilefield Estate. My school shoes are too small for me and cramp my toes but I donât want to tell Mum because sheâll only worry.
I hope sheâs feeling better now. My own stomach cramps thinking about her. I try to remember Sunsetâs seven different bedrooms to distract myself. I count them on my fingers. Then I make up different outfits for her. Itâs almost as if sheâs walking along beside me, keeping me company. She isnât wearing any of her cool designer clothes, sheâs in her pyjamas and huge fleece, and sheâs a bit embarrassed about it too, but I promise Iâll flatten anyone who dares tease her. I can do that, easy-peasy, with most of the kids in my class. Well, Iâm a bit wary of Jack Myers and Rocky Samson and some of the other boys already in Flatboys/Speedo gangs, but Iâm just as tough as any of the girls, even Angel Thomas, and sheâs twice my size and should have been christened
Devil
Thomas. I can fight and be really mouthy if I want, but most of the time
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