Buried Alive! by Jacqueline Wilson Read Free Book Online Page B

it’s me!’ Kelly said. ‘What are you screaming about?’
    â€˜You made me jump,’ I gasped. ‘Don’t creep up on me like that again, Kelly.’
    â€˜Oh, go on, it’s fun,’ said Kelly. ‘Hi, everyone. Our caravan’s at the back, over by the oak trees. This way!’
    She directed us like a traffic policeman. A big boy with short hair suddenly ran down the steps of his caravan and I stopped still, myheart thudding – but it wasn’t Prickle-Head after all, just some mild mini lookalike.
    â€˜Do you know him?’ said Kelly. ‘He was sucking up to me down the swings last night. But I told him I wasn’t interested.’
    â€˜Really?’ I said, cheering up a little. ‘No, I don’t know him. But there’s this other boy from somewhere round here—’
    â€˜Afriend of yours, is he?’
    â€˜He’s a Deadly Enemy, him and his mate. They keep getting us, Biscuits and me.’
    â€˜What’s he done to you then?’
    â€˜Well. First of all he kicked my . . .’
    â€˜He
kicked
you?’
    â€˜No, he didn’t kick me. He kicked my sandcastle.’ I felt silly saying it. I sounded like a really little kid. ‘It wasn’t an ordinary sandcastle. It was a proper motte and bailey castle and I’d spent hours building it. And then they attacked us on the pier. It was really scary, Kelly, I thought they were going to throw us right over into the water. They were teasing Biscuits and they dropped Dog Hog over the railings.’
    â€˜But I bet you rescued him like you rescued my Theresa Troll, right?’ said Kelly.
    â€˜Wrong,’ I said. ‘I was useless. Biscuits rescued him himself. He was brilliantlybrave, Kelly. But even Biscuits is scared of Prickle-Head.’
    â€˜Prickle-Head!’ said Kelly, snorting. ‘Look, don’t you worry, Tim. If this Prickle-Head bobs up and starts giving you bother
I’ll
sort him out for you, OK?’
    â€˜OK,’ I said, and we shook hands on it.
    We carried on holding hands as we walked over to Kelly’s caravan. It felt . . . odd. I’ve held hands before. Mum’s. This was
very
different. It felt OK. Yet I was scared of Biscuits seeing and laughing. And I was scared my palm might get all hot and sweaty. And I was scared to move my fingers about in case Kelly thought I was trying to tickle her but my hand was so rigid it felt like a baseball mitt.
Scared
again.
    â€˜That’s our caravan,’ Kelly yelled, dropping my hand and dancing forward without a second thought.
    I wish wish wish I was a person without a second thought. I have
third
thoughts. But for a while
all
my thoughts were absorbed in admiring Kelly’s caravan.
    It was all so neat and tidy and dinky and perfect, like the best Wendy House in the world. I especially liked the way the table folded up and the bed folded down.
    â€˜That’s Dean’s bed. When he’s being a rightpain I shove the bed back into the wall with him inside,’ said Kelly.
    Even Mum seemed impressed with the proper flushing toilet and the television and the frilly curtains up at the window.
    â€˜It’s like a little palace,’ she said politely.
    â€˜And here’s my princess,’ said Kelly’s mum’s boyfriend Dave, and he put his arm round Kelly’s mum and squeezed her tight.
    â€˜Get off of me,’ she said, but you could tell she was pleased.
    Kelly pulled a
yuck
face at Biscuits and me.
    â€˜Do you want a Coke, you two? We’ve got lots in the fridge.’
    â€˜You’ve even got a fridge!’ said Mum.
    We all had drinks. Dad and Kelly’s mum’s boyfriend Dave had a can of beer. Mum said ‘
No
, thank you’ when she got offered a beer too.
    â€˜I know what you’d like,’ said Kelly’s mum.
    Mum’s eyebrows went up as if she didn’t think that very likely.
    â€˜I’m not really a