Read Online Time and Again by Rob Childs - Free Book Online

CHAPTER ONE
Time to Go
    â€˜Fetch, Tan!’
    Becky threw the stick across the field and the collie dog raced after it, barking in excitement. This was Tan’s favourite game. She swooped onto the stick, picking it cleanly out of a clump of grass, and ran back with her prize.
    â€˜That didn’t go very far,’ laughed Chris. ‘Girls can’t throw!’
    â€˜OK, so you can throw better than me, little brother,’ Becky said, teasing her twin with a gentle reminder, as she often did, that she was ten minutes older. ‘But I can run faster.’
    Chris didn’t argue with that. His sister could outsprint everybody in their class.
    â€˜Let me have a go,’ he said, taking the stickfrom Tan’s mouth. ‘Bet I can reach the river from here.’
    The stick whirled through the air with the dog yelping after it and both ended up in the water. Tan soon scrambled out onto the bank with her prize clamped between her teeth and shook herself, spraying thousands of droplets into the air.
    â€˜We’d better make our way back home,’ said Becky, hearing the church clock strike four times. ‘Come, Tan!’
    The dog bounded towards them, ears pinned back, bright eyes shining beneath the tan patches of fur that inspired her name.
    Keeping well away from the railway line that snaked around the village of Barnwell, the twins continued to play stick until they went past a farmyard and Chris slipped Tan onto the lead.
    â€˜Finish, Tan,’ he told her. ‘Walk heel.’
    Tan reluctantly obeyed, but tried to tug Chris along a little quicker than he wanted to go. There was some schoolwork waiting for him at home and he was in no hurry to get back.
    â€˜Let’s just have a look round the market,’he suggested.
    Becky turned to stare at him. ‘Since when have you been interested in traipsing round the Sunday market?’
    Chris ran a hand through his tousled fair hair, a sure sign that he was a little uncomfortable. ‘Well, you never know what you might find.’
    â€˜No, but I know
you
all right,’ said Becky with a grin. ‘You haven’t done that homework yet, have you?’
    Chris shrugged. That was the trouble with having a twin sister. She always seemed to know what he was thinking. ‘No sweat,’ he grunted in response. ‘Got plenty of time after tea.’
    â€˜No, you haven’t. You promised Dad you’d help him restock the shelves, ready for tomorrow.’
    Chris groaned. He’d forgotten about that. The Jackson family ran the village store and their parents were keen that the twins should ‘do their bit’, as Mum put it.
    â€˜Can’t you do it tonight, sis?’ he whined.
    â€˜No, it’s your turn. I did
my bit
earlier, cleaning the counters.’
    He let out a heavy sigh. ‘Oh, well – all the more reason for not rushing back, then. C’mon, let’s check out that market.’
    They made their way to the village square, where most of the traders were already beginning to pack their unsold wares into boxes, bags and crates. As Becky paused at a clothes stall, Chris spotted a familiar, dark-haired figure slouching towards them and cursed under his breath.

    He saw enough of Luke at school. They sat at the same table in class, though not by choice. Mum had caught Luke trying to pinch sweets from the store more than once and called him a born troublemaker. She was probably right too.
    â€˜Fancy meeting
you
here!’ Chris greeted him, pulling a face. ‘Come to see what you can nick, have you?’
    â€˜I don’t nick stuff,’ Luke protested.
    â€˜Oh yeah? Since when?’
    â€˜Shove off, Jacko – and take that ugly mutt with you.’
    â€˜Tan’s beautiful,’ said Becky, giving her a little pat.
    â€˜I wasn’t talking about the dog,’ cackled Luke, delighted his joke had worked so well.
    Chris’s reaction caught Luke off guard. He