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Chapters (25)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. PRAISE
  3. DEDICATION
  4. CHAPTER 1
  5. CHAPTER 2
  6. CHAPTER 3
  7. CHAPTER 4
  8. CHAPTER 5
  9. CHAPTER 6
  10. CHAPTER 7
  11. CHAPTER 8
  12. CHAPTER 9
  13. CHAPTER 10
  14. CHAPTER 11
  15. CHAPTER 12
  16. CHAPTER 13
  17. CHAPTER 14
  18. CHAPTER 15
  19. CHAPTER 16
  20. CHAPTER 17
  21. CHAPTER 18
  22. CHAPTER 19
  23. RESOURCES
  24. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  25. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

‘I wish, I’m still waiting for your dad to move the dishwasher that we bought a year ago into the house from the garage.’ We laughed and she left us to eat our sandwiches. We spent the next couple of hours talking rubbish about teachers and kids at my old school, basketball, everything. Even though I’d started making new friends, it was so good to catch-up with Katie and Jane. I’d really missed them.

Later in the day, Katie’s mum came out to us holding a glass of champagne. She was all dressed up in a pair of bright, patterned silk pants, a long white shirt and a pair of strappy petite leather thongs.

‘Okay, girls,’ she said, ‘Katie needs to get ready to go out for dinner now.’

‘What dinner?’ Katie asked.

‘Your grandad’s birthday,’ Katie’s mum said sternly.

‘Oh, right.’ Katie giggled and we moved to the edge of the pool to climb out.

As soon as Jane was dry she reached for her phone and I knew that she was contacting her parents to pick her up. I messaged Mum, too.

Phoebe: We’re done. Can you please pick me up?

We headed into Katie’s bedroom. ‘You want to watch something while I get ready?’ she said, throwing me the remote control.

‘Sure.’ I placed my towel beneath me and flicked on the NBA replays.

‘See if there’s any highlights from the Nets vs Golden State game,’ Jane said.

We watched a Patty Mills highlight reel first and then I checked my phone to see if Mum had replied. She hadn’t, so I called her. I let the phone ring for a while, hoping that she would pick up. Finally, she answered. ‘Mum, are you there?’ I said. All I could hear were people talking and music in the background and then she hung up. I rang again, but this time she didn’t pick up at all.

I felt pins and needles pass from my head to my hands and the tightness in my stomach again. I also started to feel really hot.

And then Katie’s mum walked into the bedroom, spraying perfume on her neck. ‘Are your parents on their way, girls?’

‘Dad’s picking me up,’ Jane said.

‘Yeah, Mum will be here soon,’ I said. But I didn’t know if it was true.

Once we watched all of the Nets plays from their game against Golden State, I switched to LeBron career highlights. Before Jane had got to see any of LeBron, her dad pulled up in the driveway.

She gave me a hug and said, ‘I’ll see you soon, Pheebs. And don’t forget to let me know about the hot boys at your school! Send me their IG.’