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  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Praise for Malorie Blackman’s books
  4. Also available by Malorie Blackman for young adult readers
  5. Dedication
  6. Family Tree
  7. Epigraph
  8. NOW
  9. one. Tobey
  10. two. Libby
  11. Then
  12. three. Place Names
  13. four. Isabella Monroe
  14. five. Kellan Bruemann
  15. NOW
  16. six. Libby
  17. Daily Shouter Online
  18. Then
  19. seven. Patrix Ellerman
  20. eight. Tobey Durbridge
  21. nine. Circulating
  22. NOW
  23. ten. Troy
  24. Then
  25. eleven. Owen Dowd
  26. twelve. Eva Foxton
  27. thirteen. Tom Jeavons
  28. NOW
  29. Then
  30. fourteen. Sephy Ealing
  31. fifteen. The Night That Would Never End
  32. NOW
  33. sixteen. Sephy
  34. seventeen. Libby
  35. eighteen. Sephy
  36. nineteen. Tobey
  37. twenty. Sephy
  38. twenty-one. Libby
  39. twenty-two. Troy
  40. twenty-three. Libby
  41. twenty-four. Tobey
  42. twenty-five. Troy
  43. twenty-six. Callie
  44. twenty-seven. Tobey
  45. twenty-eight. Troy
  46. twenty-nine. Callie
  47. thirty. Sephy
  48. thirty-one. Libby
  49. thirty-two. Sephy
  50. thirty-three. Tobey
  51. thirty-four. Sephy
  52. thirty-five. Troy
  53. thirty-six. Callie
  54. thirty-seven. Tobey
  55. thirty-eight. Callie
  56. thirty-nine. Sephy
  57. forty. Tobey
  58. forty-one. Sephy
  59. forty-two. Troy
  60. forty-three. Callie
  61. forty-four. Sephy
  62. forty-five. Libby
  63. forty-six. Sephy
  64. forty-seven. Troy
  65. forty-eight. Tobey
  66. forty-nine. Sephy
  67. fifty. Libby
  68. fifty-one. Sephy
  69. fifty-two. Callie
  70. fifty-three. Tobey
  71. fifty-four. Sephy
  72. fifty-five. Troy
  73. fifty-six. Libby
  74. fifty-seven. Callie
  75. fifty-eight. Sephy
  76. fifty-nine. Tobey
  77. sixty. Callie
  78. sixty-one. Sephy
  79. sixty-two. Tobey
  80. sixty-three. Sephy
  81. sixty-four. Tobey
  82. sixty-five. Troy
  83. sixty-six. Callie
  84. THREE MONTHS LATER
  85. sixty-seven. Tobey
  86. sixty-eight. Troy
  87. sixty-nine. Callie
  88. seventy. Libby
  89. Acknowledgements
  90. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

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Hate crimes on the rise in Albion

According to official Department for National Statistics figures, there has been a sharp rise in the number of hate crimes reported to the police since the general election. It has been suggested that this is in direct response to Tobias Durbridge becoming the first-ever Nought Prime Minister. A Home Office spokesperson stated, ‘The last government brought in some measures to improve the reporting of hate crimes and this government intends to build on that work. We want all sections of society to feel they can report such crimes to the police and their grievances will be taken seriously.’

A spokesperson at the DNS told the Daily Shouter: ‘Though more hate crimes are undoubtedly being reported, our survey suggests that, for every one crime reported to the police, up to another twenty are going unreported by victims for a number of reasons. Our survey indicated that in the last year alone over 170,000 hate crimes went unreported to the authorities. It is disingenuous to state or believe that the sole reason for the rising numbers is that certain sections of society feel more confident reporting to the police. As for the spike in numbers since the general election last month, it is far too early to say whether or not this will be an ongoing trend.’

twenty-three. Libby

‘This one has a little give in it,’ said Troy. ‘It’s probably our best bet.’

I dropped the sturdy crate lid I’d been trying to flex and went over to him. The tongue-and-groove lid he was holding looked solid enough to me. Was that right? Tongue and groove? Like some floorboards? God knows how I knew that. Dubious, I looked at him.

‘Just a very little give to it, but it’s something,’ Troy reluctantly added.

‘OK then, let’s do this.’ I had no idea how we were going to do ‘this’ and waited for Troy to enlighten me.

He placed one edge of the lid on the floor, holding it at a forty-five-degree angle away from him. ‘Libby, I need you to jump on the bottom bit.’

OK … ‘Ready?’ I asked, still dubious.

Troy nodded. I leaped forward, feet together, and landed on the crate lid, then immediately fell backwards onto the ground.

‘Ow! Well, that bloody hurt.’

I wasn’t the only one in pain. Troy shook out his left, then right hand, wiping them against his trousers. I wondered if it had jarred his ankle as the sweat beads on his forehead had come back.

He looked determined though. ‘Try again, Libby, only this time more focus, less enthusiasm.’

Scowling at him, I scrambled up, setting one foot on the crate lid that Troy was still holding. Only then did I see the blood dripping from one of his hands.