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ten of the best
School Stories with a Difference!
Edited by
Wendy Cooling
To Rita
Contents
Berlie Doherty The Puppet Show
Berlie Doherty: The Puppet Show
Jeremy Strong A Thoroughly Idle Boy
Jeremy Strong: A Thoroughly Idle Boy
Bernard Ashley ‘Ashley, Sit There!’
Bernard Ashley: ‘Ashley, sit There!’
Malorie Blackman Jessica’s Secret
Malorie Blackman: Jessica’s Secret
Michael Morpurgo My One and Only Great Escape
Michael Morpurgo: My One and Only Great Escape
Michael Rosen ‘Tilly-vally, Lady!’
Michael Rosen: ‘Tilly-vally, Lady! ’
All the Fleas ran up your back
MARGARET MAHY has been a nurse, a librarian and is New Zealand’s best-known children’s author. She became the first writer outside the United Kingdom to win the Carnegie Medal, for The Haunting, winning the same award two years later for The Changeover. Her other novels include Memory, Twenty-four Hours, Riddle of the Frozen phantom and her soon-to-be-published Alchemy. In 1993 she was awarded New Zealand’s highest honour, the Order of New Zealand, which is only ever held by twenty living people at any one time.
There are two worlds, aren’t there? Look through the window and you immediately see the everyday world of families, of pets, gardens, lawns and gates. Roads and footpaths run past those everyday gates tying family homes to parks and shops and schools. That is one world.
But there is that other world, too – the world of magic and amazement that swallows us when we read a story. As a child I wanted to drag stories off their pages and into the everyday world around me. And I didn’t just want to live in the story. I wanted to become the story – to be the story’s hero. Being the hero worked quite well as long as I was playing in the yard at home. But somehow it never quite worked once I went to school, though sometimes it almost did. And everyone knows there are two school lives – the classroom life and the playground life, both very different from one another.
I began school during the war when even little children were expected to lead an orderly classroom life – a life that was quiet and stern. Out in the playground life was just as noisy and wild as it is today, though back then boys and girls were not allowed to play together. Over in their part of the playground boys invented adventurous games – war games – racing around, holding out their arms on either side, making aeroplane noises and pretending to shoot each other down. In the girls’ part of the playground we made houses for ourselves in between the lower branches of the trees that ran along one edge of the playground. I played there with the rest of the girls, but I was always a little jealous of the boys. Their games looked so exciting. Over and over again I found myself longing to bring adventure into life around me – longing to become the magical hero of a fantasy – and suddenly, out of the blue, school offered me the chance to invent a story that was all my own. All the same, things did not turn out the way I thought they would. My story surprised me more than it surprised anyone else.
I didn’t plan
