Back The Infinite
Chapters (27)
  1. Chapter 01:00: Elle
  2. Chapter 02:00: The Predictive
  3. Chapter 03:00: MC2
  4. Chapter 04:00: Oops
  5. Chapter 05:00: Leap 2048
  6. Chapter 06:00: Ferrari Forever
  7. Chapter 07:00: Names
  8. Chapter 08:00: Undercover
  9. Chapter 09:00: Cake
  10. Chapter 10:00: Game
  11. Chapter 11:00: The Red Hat
  12. Chapter 12:00: The Understory
  13. Chapter 13:00: Rite of Passage
  14. Chapter 14:00: The Law of The Jungle
  15. Chapter 15:00: Eve
  16. Chapter 16:00: Mind Over Matter
  17. Chapter 17:00: To Bake My Bread
  18. Chapter 18:00: Survival of The Fittest
  19. Chapter 19:00: 0 To 60 In 1.4 Seconds
  20. Chapter 20:00: The Predictive
  21. Chapter 21:00: 2100
  22. Chapter 22:00: Infinites
  23. Chapter 23:00: 3-Leap
  24. Chapter 00:00: Continuum
  25. Acknowledgements
  26. About the Author
  27. Extract from The Time-Thief

I’m starting to get tired but have a second wind when The Mush-Rooms come into view. I do a sprint finish and only stop running when I reach our front door, number 36.

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When she comes through the flat door, even though she’s out of breath from walking up the stairs, Grandma sings ‘Elle Bíbi-Imbelé!’ and looks at me with her what-big-eyes. Most people just call me Elle. My full name is Elle Bíbi-Imbelé Ifíè. I write it with accents so people say it properly but they still get it wrong. Ifíè means time in Izon, which is a Nigerian language. Bíbi-Imbelé means mouth-sweet, as in sweet-talking. I like having time as one of my names and I like sweet-talking, except when I’m tongue-tied, and I love Elle because it’s a palindrome like Hannah. It reads the same backwards and forwards. Before she died, Mum called me Elle after the fashion magazine.

Grandma says Mum died before I was born. But that doesn’t make sense, does it? Grandma says Mum was in a coma after the car crash, so it was like she was dead. Maybe that’s what she means. After Mum died, my dad went back to Nigeria and married someone else. I don’t miss my mum or dad because I don’t remember them. Grandma’s like a mum to me. She’s very short for a grown-up.

I was the same size as Grandma two years ago. People say ‘Elle, you’re tall for your age’ but they don’t know my TRUE age. I’m not 11 going on 50 like Mr Branch says. I’m two going on three. I bet you’ve guessed why. I’m a bissextile, a Leaper, or Leapling. I only celebrate my birthday every four years.

This Saturday I’ll be 3-leap. And I’m going on a school trip to 2048! We’ll be staying at the Time Squad Centre. Only four pupils from my class were chosen. They sent secret letters to our parents six weeks ago and I had to read mine out to Grandma because she can’t read or write but still puts on her glasses like she can. I was so excited and scared, I almost went tongue-tied. My favourite line from the letter was: ‘Elle has been chosen for this trip because she scored the highest for Effort in Past, Present and Future for the whole of Seventh Year.’