sixteen. Callum Callum, wait. It was the end of another lousy school day where the most obvious lesson I d learnt was how much the Crosses despised and resented us. I tried to tell myself that only a few Crosses had bashed into me; it wasn t all of them by any means, but that didn t help much. I mean, it wasn t exactly as if any of the other Crosses had tried to stop it either. Callum, hold on. WAIT! I turned and watched Shania race towards me, her school bag slapping up and down against her side. What s the matter? Have you heard? Shania puffed. Heard what? About Sephy? What about Sephy? She s been beaten up, Shania said with relish. She was found crying in the girls toilets, the ones next to the library. My heart stopped. I swear it did. Just for a second, but it did stop. I stared at Shania. I couldn t have said a word then if my life had depended on it. Serve her right! Shania said with glee. Coming over to our table and acting like the big I am. She didn t. It wasn t like that. Was that really my voice, so hollow and cold? Of course it was. She wanted to lord it over us, a little kid like that sitting at our table. Well, we didn t have to teach her a thing or two; her own kind did it for us.
I shook my head. What re you talking about? Just cause her dad s in the government, that Sephy Hadley thought she d play Lady Magnanimous and sit with us. I bet she went and scrubbed her hand after I shook it. Shania sniffed. W-where is she now? They sent for her mum but no-one knew where she was so the chauffeur came to pick her up instead. Her mum was probably having her nails... I didn t bother to listen to any more. I walked away whilst Shania was in mid-sentence. Hey, Callum. Wait for me. D you fancy an ice-cream at the..? I started to run until my legs were moving so quickly, my feet scarcely touched the ground. I ran and ran and I didn t stop until I was at the Hadley s. I pressed on the bell and kept my finger on it for the fifteen or twenty seconds it took for someone to open the front door. Yes? Sarah Pike, Mrs Hadley s secretary, opened the door and glared at me with angry suspicion. I want to see Sephy please. I m afraid the doctor said she s not to be disturbed. Sarah tried to shut the door in my face. I stuck my foot in the door. I want to see Sephy. Is she all right? She s badly bruised and very upset. The doctor has advised that she be kept at home for the rest of the week. What happened? Why..? I didn t get any further. Who is it, Sarah? At the sound of Mrs Hadley s voice, Sarah almost broke my foot in her haste to shut the door. I pushed back and Sarah had to spring back to stop the door from walloping the side of her head. Mrs Hadley stopped on the stairs when she saw me. She recognized me at once.
You re the McGregor boy, aren t you? That s right, Mrs Hadley. She didn t have to say that. She knew who I was all right. What can I do for you? Her voice dripped with frost. I just heard what happened. I d like to see Sephy, please. Don t you think you ve done enough. At my blank expression, Mrs Hadley went on, I believe my daughter was beaten up for sitting at your lunch table yesterday. You must be so proud of yourself. I shook my head. The words wouldn t come. I tried to think of something, anything to say but what? And as I understand it, you turned your back on her and told her to go away, said Mrs Hadley. Is that right? Mrs Hadley didn t understand. No-one understood. Not even Sephy. Should I have let her sit at our table for longer then? I knew this was going to happen. That s why I didn t want her sitting with us. That s the only reason. So you say. Mrs Hadley turned around and started to go back up the stairs. If I d welcomed her on to our table with open arms, you d have been the first to condemn her and me as well, I shouted after her. Sarah, see this... boy out. And make sure he doesn t set foot in my house again. Mrs Hadley issued her orders without even turning around. She just carried on walking up the stairs in her ladylike, unhurried fashion. Please let me see Sephy, I begged her. You re going to have to go now, Sarah told me apologetically. Please... I m sorry. Sarah gently but firmly kicked my foot back and shut the door.
I rubbed a weary hand over my face which was dripping with perspiration. No-one understood. No-one. Least of all me.
seventeen. Sephy There was absolutely nothing on the telly. What a choice! Silly cartoons, a brainless quiz game, the news or a war film. With a sigh I plumped for the news. I looked at the screen without really watching it. The newsreader finished the story of a banker who d been sent to prison for fraud and was now talking about three nought robbers who d smashed in the front of an exclusive jewellery store and made off on motorbikes with gems and jewellery and watches worth close to a million. Why was it that when noughts committed criminal acts, the fact that they were noughts was always pointed out? The banker was a Cross. The newsreader didn t even mention it. Who did it? I turned to face my sister, Minnie. Who was it, Sephy? she repeated. Who beat you up? Cause whoever it was, I ll kill them. I shook my head, switching off the telly before turning away. Go away, Minnie, I thought. Her outrage was comforting, if more than a little surprising. But all I wanted was to be left alone. There were about three eyelashes over each eye that didn t hurt. The rest of my body ached like blazes. And the last thing I wanted to do was open my sore, bruised lips to speak. How many of them were there? I held up three fingers. Would you recognize them if you saw them again? I shrugged. Would you? I don t know. Maybe. Go away. I was talking like my mouth was
full of stones and sharp, jagged ones at that. No-one thumps my sister and gets away with it. No-one. Well, they did, and they have. I ll find out who did this and when I do they ll be really, really sorry. And the look in my sister s eyes told me that she was serious. Deadly serious. For the first time since the three pigs had started laying into me, I felt almost good. Minnie had never been on my side like this before. It was almost but not quite worth it if it meant Minnie and I would grow closer... No-one touches a Hadley. No-one, Minnie stormed. If they think they can get to you with no comeback, then it won t be long before someone tries it on with me. I won t have that. My tentative bubble of well-being was well and truly burst. Go away, Minnie. Now! I shouted, the words slurred and blurred as they left my mouth. But even if the words were practically incomprehensible, the look on my face obviously wasn t. Minnie stood up and slammed out of my bedroom without another word. I closed my eyes, trying to find something to focus on besides the bruises all over my body. Callum... Even thinking of him didn t bring me the comfort it usually did. No-one cared. Not about me not about who I really was and what I thought and felt inside. What was it about me that made everyone turn away? Even my best friend had turned his back on me. I knew I was feeling well and truly sorry for myself, but I couldn t help it. I had no-one now. I had nothing. Ruddy noughts... This was all their fault. If it hadn t been for them... And as for Lola and the others. I was going to get them, if it was the very last thing I did. I was going to get them and good. I opened my eyes and stared out into nothing but hate. Minnie and I had a lot more in common than I d ever imagined. And I wasn t sorry either.
eighteen. Callum Maths! This was something I could do! Something in this world I could make sense of. Mrs Paxton had already taken me to one side and told me that I would probably be moving to the top Maths stream for my own year after the Crossmas holidays. Mrs Paxton was one of the few Cross teachers who didn t treat me like poo she wanted to scrape off her shoes. And she d offered me extra lunch-time or early-morning tuition if I wanted it. I was on the last question of my sheet on simultaneous equations when a strange ripple swept through the classroom. I looked up. Sephy. My heart bounced about like it was pinging on elastic. Sephy was back. A whole five days without seeing her. A whole five days with no word from her. She looked OK. Maybe one cheek was a little puffy but otherwise just the same as before. Except for her eyes. She looked everywhere but directly at me. Welcome back, Persephone, smiled Mrs Paxton. Thank you. Sephy s smile was fleeting. Take a seat. Already Mrs Paxton was turning back to the whiteboard. Sephy looked around, as did everyone else. The only free seat was next to me. Sephy looked at me, then immediately looked away again. Her gaze swept around the room. I bent my head. Another ripple spread round the room. Mrs Paxton turned around. Is something wrong, Persephone? There s nowhere for me to sit, Mrs Paxton, Sephy said quietly. There s a seat next to Callum. Er... that s quite enough noise from the rest of you. Get on with your work, Mrs Paxton called out against the rising tide of voices.
But Mrs Bawden said I wasn t to sit with any of the noughts... Mrs Bawden meant at lunch-time, Mrs Paxton declared. There s only one spare seat left in the class and unless you d rather sit on the floor, I suggest you use it. Dragging her feet, Sephy came and sat down next to me, drawing her chair away as she did so. And she didn t look at me once. Inside, my guts were melting. OK, who s finished the first equation? Mrs Paxton said. A few hands went up. Mine stayed down. I wanted to look at Sephy but I didn t dare. Clasp my hands together. Bow my head. Close my eyes. I know... I know noughts aren t really supposed to believe in you or pray to you because you re really the God of the Crosses, but please, please don t let anything or anyone come between me and Sephy. I m begging you. Please. If you re up there.
nineteen. Sephy Jeez! Time crawled like it was dragging a blue whale behind it. That sounded like something Callum would say. I smiled, but it died almost immediately. Something Callum would say when he used to talk to me. When he used to be my friend. Mrs Paxton was blathering on about simultaneous equations like they were the best thing since computers were invented. And every word was flying zip-zap straight over my head! When was the bell going to sound? Come on... Come on... At last! I didn t even take time to gather up my books. I just swept the whole lot into my school bag. Sephy, wait. I hovered in between sitting and standing, looking like a hen trying to hatch an egg. Slowly, I sat back down. How are you? Are you OK now? Yes, thank you. I still couldn t look at him. I went to stand up again. Callum s hand on my forearm stopped me. He immediately removed it. He couldn t even bear to touch me. I m glad, he whispered. Are you? I turned to him. You could ve fooled me. What does that mean? My hands itched to knock the bewildered look off his face. Just who did Callum think he was fooling? I glanced around the room. Others were listening intently even though they were trying to pretend they weren t. I lowered my voice so only Callum would hear what I was going to say. And I was determined it d be the last thing I ever said to him. Don t pretend you were worried about me, I told him. You didn t come to see me once. You didn t even send me a Get Well Soon card.
Callum s face cleared. He leaned forward, also aware of our audience. I came to see you every day. Every single day, he whispered. Your mum gave orders that I wasn t to be let in. I stood outside your gates every afternoon after school. Ask your mum... no, ask her secretary Sarah if you don t believe me. Silence. You came to see me? Every day? Really? Ask Sarah... I didn t need to ask Sarah. Sephy, wild horses couldn t have kept me away. We regarded each other, our expressions equally sombre. I have to go now. I stood up. We were attracting way too much attention. Callum stood up too. Look, meet me in our special place after dinner tonight. We can t talk here. I turned to walk away. Sephy, if you re not there, I ll understand, Callum whispered.