My First Novel
The bedroom had vanished. Across the water were a million twinkling lights attached to huge buildings.
‘I wish we’d brought a camera,’ said Vicki. ‘Sharon Lazenby is not going to believe this.’
Chapter Three: Shoo Fly. They were in the middle of an argument. ‘Ah but,’ Vicki shouted angrily, ‘you didn’t pay us when you said you would.’
Mark was still teasing Vicki, he was in no immediate danger of receiving a Chinese burn, and as they bickered, Kerry was jolted back to the present.
‘Phew.’ Emma said. ‘That was close. We could have been killed.’ Her voice was shaking
Chapter Four: Big Red Spots and Consequences. Emma was in a grump.
‘Vicki, you get out of that bed right this minute. I’ve called you three times and your breakfast is going cold,’ Nana shouted.
Chapter Five: From Whence She Came They stood at the gates of Brampton Hall, terrified.
‘Oh, now, don’t start panicking again. You’ll be back at the cinema in good time to meet your folks.’
‘My real name is Silkier Taffetine Ozenga. But I’m sure you can see the advantages of using the name Sylvia Sanders while I’m staying here. You may call me Sylvia.
Chapter Six: the king and Them There was no doubt about it. Not only had the lizard moved but it was also grinning.
‘What is it?’ Kerry shrieked, clinging to Emma. ‘I dunno, Kez,’ Vicki said. ‘But whatever it is, it’s big and it’s mean.’
‘It’s no good. It won’t work. I can’t get it off. I’m not strong enough.’ ‘Call for Sylvia,’ Emma said, with hysteria in her voice.
Mark had driven everyone mad all morning going on about a competition on the Saturday morning children’s show, Get Up and Go.
‘Where do we find the first puzzle?’ asked Mark, eager to begin the quest. They were all excited.
He’s been making excited hand gestures for days and we can’t understand what he’s trying to tell us. He uses sign language, you know, but this is eluding us.
‘Well,’ said King Luke round a mouthful of chocolate sauce and ice-cream and Kerry thought it was terrible bad manners, though Mark approved of it, but wasn’t allowed to do it, ‘the final p
They were letting the reality of this crazy world sink in when they reached the drawbridge. King Luke peered into the murky water looking for the golden key.
‘No way,’ Vicki cried. ‘No way are you going down that hall, Mark. I’m your older sister, and I’m not having it.’
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, nothing was stirring—except Debbie Taylor.
There were no nurses in the ward and everybody was asleep. It was risky. Any of the mothers could have been feeding their babies at this time, a thought that hadn’t previously occurred to them.
They were in an enormous hall. It was cool and Kerry shivered under her thin cardigan. The hall was the size of a football pitch; it was dark but not gloomy.
A door opened and half a dozen large ladies came into the hall. They were dressed in long brown dresses with aprons over the top covered in big pink flowers.
Some time later, Lidlia took pity on them and brought out afternoon tea from the castle kitchens. Chef had cooked a ham especially in honour of the new guests.