are sitting in an organic health food cafe on the High Street â âI donât think weâll find any of your fan club in here. Theyâll be having frappuccinos at Starbucks,â says Ellie â and she orders some brown rice stir-fry for both of us.
âWhat do you mean, my fan club?â
Ellie laughs. âJoe, you must realise that youâve taken the school by storm. Most of the girls in year eight â and years seven and nine for that matter â are crazy about you. Youâre the talk of the town.â
Sheâs got to be joking. âHow would you know?â I ask cautiously.
âOh, I have impeccable sources,â she says. âI have a sister in year eight, plus I run a group mentoring young sportswomen. Believe me, I know everything.â
âYou have a sister in year eight?â Iâm wondering how Iâve missed an Ellie lookalike, particularly one who has her eye on me.
âIn your class. Claire. Of course,â she adds hastily, âsheâs just reporting to me on what the other girls think. Sheâs not one to follow the crowd.â
Claire? The tiny little mouse who sits in front of me?How can she be Ellieâs sister? âOh yes. She doesnât talk much.â Iâm trying to think how to find out more without sounding big-headed.
âThey all think youâre older than you are. Thatâs why I was teasing you about only being twelve. Apparently youâre very mysterious. And there are the cheekbones as well.â
Oh. I think sheâs probably still teasing, but it sounds like my disguise isnât holding up too well. Iâm chewing my lip, which is what I do when Iâm worried.
Ellie asks, âYou donât like that? Itâs good, isnât it?â
âI donât know. Itâs all a bit complicated.â
âI can see that.â
âEllie, please, you wonât tell anyone what happened?â
âOf course not. I wish you hadnât been on your own though. If you had passed out on the treadmill you could have injured yourself.â
âYeah, yeah. But I didnât. I mean, I didnât even pass out.â
âHow much are you eating Joe? That was all crap wasnât it, when we did the health survey?â
âErr, well it wasnât really, because mostly I do eat healthy and sleep and everything. Itâs just that the last few weeks have been a bit . . . umm . . . difficult. I mean I was just answering on a general basis.âI was answering from the time when Gran was around to keep an eye on me, to tell the truth.
âSo, right now, howâs your eating? And sleeping, smoking and drinking?â
âWell, weâve just moved, so eatingâs a bit chaotic. I mean, we havenât got a routine or local shops or stuff. And Iâve been finding it difficult to sleep. And my mum says smoking is good for her nerves so I thought Iâd just try and see if it helps.â I poke at the brown rice. Itâs weird, but nice, to have a proper meal that I havenât had to make.
âFor Godâs sake, Joe, are you mad? You get the chance to join one of the best school athletics squads in the country and you take up smoking?â
âEr, well. . .â
âWhy did you move in the first place?â
Why? Hmm. . . âMy mum broke up with her boyfriend and she wanted a new start.â I think thatâs a pretty good cover story to invent, off the cuff.
âAnd what about your dad?â
âI never see him.â
I suddenly remember something my gran once said about my dad. âThat Danny Tyler,â she grumbled, âso bloody good-looking that he had his own fan club. Of course your mum had to outdo all the rest.â Gran didnât seem to like my dad much but Ellieâscomment about my fan club makes me feel quite close to him. Iâm called Tyler after my dad, and changing my name meant losing that little
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