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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollins Children’s Books in 2015
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Source ISBN: 9780007553952
Ebook Edition © 2014 ISBN: 9780007554003
Version: 2014-10-24
For Ellie-May Lambourne
Contents
If Mum and Dad hadn’t won the lottery, I would never have gone to boarding school.
If Gran hadn’t given me her collection of Enid Blyton books, I would never even have thought of going to boarding school.
And if I hadn’t caught the chicken pox from my dear little sister, I wouldn’t have started a week late; and if I hadn’t started a week late I might not have got tied up with Rachel and her problems.
Not that I realised straight away that Rachel had any problems. That came later. When we first met she just seemed a bit … well, different, I suppose. But I was different too! Nobody else’s mum and dad had suddenly won the lottery and come into lots of money. We were both keeping secrets, I guess.
When Mum asked me and Natalie to sit down, saying she had something to tell us, we knew at once it had to be something exciting cos Mum’s face was all scrunched and eager. But when she said that she and Dad had won the lottery we were, like, WOW! Well, I was like wow. Nat was more like punching the air and screaming.
“Now, just calm down,” begged Mum. “I know it’s cause for celebration but we don’t want to go mad.”
Too late! Nat was already going mad. Round and round the room, springing and leaping, and shouting out.
“We’ve won the lott’ry, we’ve won the lott’ry!”
I turned, wonderingly, to Mum.
“Are we rich?”
“Well, it’s not a rollover,” said Mum. “Hardly a drop in the ocean it’d be, to some folks. The Queen, for instance. But for me and your dad –” a big happy beam stretched across her face – “for me and your dad it’ll make all the difference in the world. Well, for the whole family, obviously! I just meant that me and your dad won’t have to struggle any more. And maybe – no promises! – we might be able to indulge you both just a little bit!”
“Does that mean I can have a dog?” cried Nat. “Oh, please, Mum, please! Say that I can!”
Nat had wanted a dog for as long as anyone could remember. Mum had always said it wasn’t possible, living in a small flat. But now we didn’t have to. Now we could move! We could move anywhere we wanted. Even to one of the big expensive houses in the posh part of town. The ones Mum was always sighing over.
“What it must be like,” she used to say, as we drove
