Chapters (88)
- 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
- THIRTY-TWO
- 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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‘Not keen?’ Wendy asked as she pulled up at a set of lights, behind a double-decker bus.
‘I have to do it,’ Georgia said, shrugging. ‘It’ll pay my legal bills. Set me up for university. Help my dad buy a house and get his business going, instead of working for some weapons company. But the idea of having my picture taken for a calendar, going on TV and making stupid YouTube videos …’
‘I could get them to tone it down,’ Wendy said. ‘Drop the calendar and videos. We’ll meet with other publishers, who might have different ideas. And that’s an opening offer. There’s no way we’re signing your deal for less than seven figures …’
‘And what am I putting in this autobiography?’ Georgia asked as the car moved off. ‘I’m a total phoney. I’m supposed to be this inspirational, political revolutionary, whatever. But I’ve never studied politics. I only see the news if my dad has it on in the kitchen. And I only got into SAG and RAGS because I was a lonely kid with a huge dumb crush on Zac.’
‘The crush is a great story,’ Wendy noted.
Georgia shrivelled in her seat. ‘I don’t want everyone knowing about Zac …’
Wendy let go of the steering wheel and drew a headline with her hand.
‘You’ve got it all!’ Wendy laughed. ‘Family tragedy, hopeless romance, hi-tech explosions and a pretty face. So, do you fancy an early lunch, or straight back home?’
‘Since you gave my press entourage the slip, could you drop me at my dad’s old workshop? I’m sick of the clothes I had at Freeman and the bag Dad brought to my nan’s is hopeless.’
‘No problemo,’ Wendy said. ‘How’s your picture of Eddie the polar bear doing?’
The publisher meeting had made Georgia forget she’d even posted.
‘How many likes?’ Wendy asked, as Georgia checked her phone
‘Three hundred thousand,’ Georgia said, hiding that she was quite proud of this. ‘Loads of people are asking how they can help Eddie.’
‘Good for Eddie,’ Wendy said cheerfully as the car swung right.
John Pack’s former workshop was a few minutes’ walk from Georgia’s old house, and less than fifteen from her nan’s. When Georgia was little, the Victorian workshops had overalled men building staircases or fixing cars, but over time glass, grease and dirt with oak boards and white emulsion got replaced by roll-up doors.
‘I’ll drum up more publisher meetings when I get home,’ Wendy said as Georgia got out.
‘Fab-a-roo,’ Georgia said, a wry smile making clear it was anything but.