Uma and the Answer to Absolutely Everything by Sam Copeland

Author:Sam Copeland [Copeland, Sam]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780241439227
Publisher: Penguin Random House Children's UK
Published: 2020-11-26T00:00:00+00:00

I knew he had a point. The plan was almost one hundred per cent unlikely to work, and one hundred per cent likely to get us in trouble. But when I thought about my silent dad and the idea of losing our home, I found I didn’t care. Sometimes, no matter the odds, you just have to do something. It’s better to try and fail than do nothing at all. Even if there was only half a per cent chance of succeeding.

‘Why did they have to be My Little Pony lunch boxes, anyway?’ Alan Alan was still seething. ‘Why not plain ones?’

Because My Little Pony is your favourite.

‘What?’ Alan Alan squawked.

The last lunch box your parents bought you was a My Little Pony one.

‘I WAS SIX!’ Alan Alan shouted. ‘I haven’t liked My Little Pony for years!’

Athena was silent for a moment. But you still like My Little Pony, Uma?

‘I do not!’ I lied.fn3 I’m not quite sure why I lied but I just didn’t want Alan Alan to know I still liked them. I couldn’t help but wonder if Alan Alan was telling the truth either.

I see. I shall update my systems.

There was something in Athena’s voice, though, that made me think that perhaps she had known all along and was just getting amusement from it. But then I decided I had to be imagining that.

‘I thought you were supposed to know everything already!’ Alan Alan said.

I know ALMOST everything. I know ninety-nine point eight per cent of all knowable information.

‘And what’s the point two per cent you don’t know?’ I asked.

I refuse to learn about celebrity gossip. Or the names of YouTubers.

That was fair enough.

We fell silent, lost in our thoughts. Although it was still quite early, the sun was blasting down. Geoff, the village peacock, was strutting along a half-broken moss-covered wall beside the road and shook his feathers at us as we passed.

Athena suddenly spoke. My satellites are picking something up.

‘Like what?’ I asked.

Like trouble.

‘What do you mean, trouble?’

Athena paused for a second. Then: You need to run.

‘What?’

Run!

‘Run where?’ I asked, panic starting to rise.

Anywhere!

We started running, our lunch boxes banging against our knees, towards Old Mr McIntosh’s farm.

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