Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Praise
- About the Author
- Title Page
- Intoroduction
- ONE
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- THREE
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- FIVE
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- EITHT
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- TWENTY-FOUR
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- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
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- FORTY-SEVEN
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- FIFTY
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- FIFTY-FIVE
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- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
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- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
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- SIXTY-THREE
- SIXTY-FOUR
- SIXTY-FIVE
- SIXTY-SIX
- SIXTY-SEVEN
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- CLIMATE EMERGENCY
- Copyright
I sit in silence.
‘OK, why don’t you talk me through the incident. You were on your way home, and…’
‘I pushed him.’ I say, bluntly. ‘I wanted to hit him but I pushed him instead, and he fell backwards and then the bike came along.’
‘Why did you push him, Josh?’
‘I wanted him to leave me alone.’
‘Was he threatening you in any way?’
‘No. He was…’ I trail off, aware of how ridiculous it sounds.
‘He was what?’
‘He was … being nice. I didn’t want him to be nice to me.’
The police officer steals a look at Mum, hovering in the doorway.
‘Well, Josh,’ Mum speaks. ‘It seems that Jamie is still being nice, despite what his parents want. And despite what another witness says. He says that he pushed you first, and that you were playing around and it was an accident.’
I don’t look up, but feel my cheeks burning.
‘Is that right, Josh?’ The police officer asks, her pencil poised above her notepad.
‘Yeah,’ I manage, hoarsely. ‘If that’s what he said, that’s what happened.’
‘The lucky thing for you, Josh, is that Jamie doesn’t want to take this any further. He’s happy to see this as an accident. Which means the school won’t be taking it any further either. However, the fact is that your actions directly caused an injury – quite a serious one – to a cyclist. Whatever the two of you were up to, it was reckless and dangerous. It can’t happen again. Do I make myself perfectly clear?’
I almost whisper, ‘Yes.’
‘We’re going to need to speak to you again, at the station. We need to be absolutely certain of what happened before we can take the next steps, if there are any, and as you fled the scene – which doesn’t look good at all, by the way – we need your statement quickly. Is that clear?’
Again, a whisper, ‘Yes.’
‘Mrs Milton, do you think you’d be able to bring Josh along tomorrow, at about 10, so we can get his statement? You’ll need to be there with him, I’m afraid. Sorry if it’s inconvenient.’
Mum’s voice is barely louder than mine, ‘That’s fine.’
There are a few more exchanges, mostly about where to park and who to ask for at the front desk. When Mum lets the police officer out, I rush upstairs and close my bedroom door. A few minutes later, I hear Mum do the same.
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FORTY THREE