Fifteen Bones by R. J. Morgan

Author:R. J. Morgan
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Scholastic UK
Published: 2014-03-29T16:00:00+00:00

We approached the border patrol, looking behind us as if to check our parents were still there. I sailed up to a window manned by a fat guard with a bushy moustache and a forehead as smooth as milk. He flicked through my passport then snapped the passport closed and waved me through. “Can I have a stamp, please? S’il vous plaît?” I said in a high voice, giving another glance behind me as if I was waiting for my mother. The man smiled and stamped my passport. Some people still like you even though you’re a skinny teenager.

In the Gare du Nord, globes on beautiful golden stems glide over your head as you walk. “Look at those beautiful lamps!” I said, staring upwards.

“Allow it,” Robin said, kissing her teeth.

I ignored her. “They look like…”

“Faith,” she said.

I had to run every few steps just to keep up with her as she propelled us through the station and out on to the street. Here she stopped and looked athe map, tilting it away from the winter sun. “We need Rue Auguste … er… by the Colonne … do … July something? They like their months, innit.”

I laughed.

“What’s funny?”

“You,” I said, “you’re funny.”

She looked comfortable now, amid the chaos of rushing pedestrians and five-lane traffic. She seemed fine with being shoved, having to alter her path, her senses drowned by the city. Her face was fast. Her thoughts seemed to move every muscle within it. Her eyes shifted as if reading something only she could see; as if chasing thoughts, unable to catch them. She walked at an exhausting pace. I trailed her like a spaniel, and knew that in another life, with a different set of information, she would be someone great, a genius.

She hailed a taxi that sped up as it approached her. “Bloody taxis,” she said.

I held out my pumpkin hand. A second taxi stopped and we climbed in.

Beautiful, pale buildings towered stacked on one another like wedding cakes. I put my thumbnail to my teeth. The size of the place was overwhelming. What we were doing was idiotic. We were like those berks on the news, who wander abroad without knowing any of the local laws or customs, and the embassy has to go and save them. They end up on the front page of the Sun with a headline like “Young Dumbs” or “Teen Idle”. Or worse, we’d be robbed and stranded here, and I’ve have to stow away to England and live off rain water, and my mother would have to come and collect me from some refugee camp and she’d finally have that brain haemorrhage.

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