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- Cover
- Title Page
- Dear Reader …
- Also by Robert Muchamore
- PART ONE
- Walter J Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- ONE
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- SIX
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- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- PART TWO
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
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- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
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- THIRTY-SEVEN
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- PART THREE
- Walter J. Freeman Adolescent Mental Health Unit – East Grinstead, UK
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
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- FIFTY-FOUR
- PART FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- SIXTY-TWO
- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- SIXTY-EIGHT
- SIXTY-NINE
- SEVENTY
- SEVENTY-ONE
- SEVENTY-TWO
- SEVENTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
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As Georgia ate bacon sandwiches, polished off homework, showered and dressed for school, the TV and press gaggle grew to more than twenty. She couldn’t face the news and kept her phone on silent. Her dad was in the shower when Wendy sent a message to say she’d be arriving in ten minutes.
Georgia watched the Audi pass the house and ran downstairs as Wendy used the turning circle at the end of the cul-de-sac to change direction. She grabbed her schoolbag and felt like she’d flipped into an alternate dimension when she opened the front door to shouts and chaos.
‘Georgia, give us a wave!’ a photographer shouted.
‘Good morning, everyone,’ Georgia said politely as she rubbed her arms. ‘Turned chilly again, hasn’t it!’
She moved swiftly down the front drive as microphones waggled in her face.
‘Georgia, will you be walking out of school today?’
A woman stepped in front of her. ‘Georgia, your headmaster says any pupils who skip school to attend today’s protests will face serious consequences. Do you have a message for your headmaster?’
‘Georgia, you’re live on Sky News. Will you be attending the protest in London this afternoon? Has Daddy written an excuse note?’
More microphones swooped as Georgia was forced to stop walking. She took a deep breath, staying calm as Wendy said she must.
‘I wish the organisers of today’s protest every success,’ Georgia stated. ‘If young people wish to attend, I fully support them, if they behave respectfully and stay safe.’
‘But will you attend the protest?’ the man from Sky asked.
Georgia teased, as if she was about to nod, then said, ‘No comment.’
‘Has your father written an excuse note?’ the same guy repeated.
‘He has not,’ Georgia said, pushing through the bodies. ‘Now, I have to get to school.’
Georgia broke through the journalists and hopped in the front passenger seat of the Audi. Wendy gave a double honk to make sure nobody got in the way. When Georgia glanced behind, she was surprised to see Sam in the back in school uniform.
‘Mental,’ Sam said cheerfully, sticking his head between the front seats. ‘You OK?’
‘Never a dull moment,’ Georgia said as she got a wave from a primary-school kid who always rode his bike up and down the street.
‘There’s deffo gonna be a walkout at my school,’ Sam said proudly. ‘My cousin goes to some poncy grammar and even they’re all talking about leaving.’
‘Have you decided?’ Wendy asked Georgia. ‘As your publicist, it makes my life easier if I know what you’re doing.’
‘You can’t chicken out,’ Sam added. ‘You’re the main man.’
‘Sam, that terminology is very sexist,’ Wendy rebuked, but her eyes kept pressuring Georgia.
‘I didn’t ask to be a leader of anything,’ Georgia said irritably. ‘If kids at my school walk out, I’ll join them. I’ll see what the vibe is at lunchtime.’