Read Online Class A by Robert Muchamore - Free Book Online

said.
    ‘So, which way?’ Nicole asked.
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    They were all out of breath when they burst through the front door. It was pure luck finding the right street at the second attempt, without bumping into any cops. Zara leaned out of the kitchen into the hallway.
    ‘Ahh… Here they are. My little monsters,’ Zara grinned. ‘Late as usual.’
    The kids were expecting a roasting, but they got off because there was an old couple sitting at the table in the kitchen, drinking tea with Zara and Ewart .
    ‘This is the adopted family,’ Ewart explained. ‘Kids, meet Ron and Georgina. They live next door and they brought us home-made biscuits to welcome us to the neighbourhood.’
    ‘You kids dip in,’ the old girl said. ‘My biscuits have won prizes.’
    They stuck their hands in the tin and grabbed one. They tasted like they’d been baked in 1937, but they could hardly start gobbing them out in front of the old lady.
    ‘Delicious,’ James said, gagging for some water to get the stale taste out of his mouth.
    ‘Would you like another one?’ the old dear asked.
    Zara clamped the lid on the biscuit tin.
    ‘They’re off to their rooms now,’ Zara said. ‘They’re not really allowed sweet stuff this late. It’s bad for their teeth.’
    They were all thankful that Zara had saved them from another biscuit. James led the scramble upstairs to the bathroom.
    ‘SHUSSSHH, you lot,’ Zara whispered after them. ‘Joshua’s asleep.’
    The four of them queued at the bathroom tap to get a drink; then they slugged mouthwash to get the taste out of their mouths.
    ‘It’s like a single bite sucks every bit of saliva out of your mouth,’ Kerry said.
    ‘I bet she knows how disgusting they are,’ Kyle said. ‘Probably gets a kick out of watching everyone suffer.’
    ‘Hope the old bag dies,’ Nicole said.
    James started laughing. ‘I think that’s a   tiny   bit extreme, Nicole.’
    ‘I can’t stand old people,’ Nicole said. ‘Wait till they’re sixty, then give all of ’em both barrels of a shotgun.’
    ‘My nan was great,’ James said. ‘I got a Kit Kat or Wagon Wheel every time I saw her … I was her favourite. She never liked Lauren much.’
    Kerry grunted. ‘No accounting for taste, I suppose. When did she die?’
    ‘When I was ten.’
    ‘Is Lauren OK now?’ Kyle asked.
    ‘I haven’t spoken to her since this morning,’ James said. ‘Suppose I’d better ring her before I go to bed.’
    After he’d undressed, James climbed into his bunk and gave Lauren a call on his mobile. She was embarrassed about crying earlier and didn’t want to talk about it.

8. CONTACT
     
    It was the first day of a new school year. The lines of miserable kids had short haircuts and new uniforms to grow into. Kyle offered to run the iron over James’ stuff to   make it nice and crisp , as he put it. James had forgotten how annoying it was to wear a tie and blazer all day. The only good thing was, Nicole looked fit in her white blouse, with her tie loose around the collar. She’d altered her skirt so it was half the length of Kerry’s.
    James had been to a few different schools since his mum died. Grey Park looked like it was at the bottom of the pile. The smell was a mixture of toilets and floor polish. The curtains and walls in the entrance hall were stuck up with thousands of bits of chewing gum, half the kids weren’t in uniform and there was an aquarium full of dead fish with a chair floating in it.
    James broke off from the others and found his classroom. He recognised Junior Moore straight away, sitting at the back with a mate. You could tell, by the state of their uniforms and the way they were sitting with their trainers on the desk, that they wanted everyone to think they were bad guys.
    James had to work his way in with them gradually. If you went straight up and introduced yourself to kids like that, they’d treat you like a joke. James’ plan was to act cool and win them over with bad behaviour.
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