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Alfie leaned back against the tree trunk and stared at the house. Mum hadn’t said exactly when Lucy and the girl were coming – but then Jess was teething, and she’d been having a screaming day. He’d ask Mum later if she’d heard anything. He bit into the apple thoughtfully. He would be like a spy in enemy territory. Penguin could be his scout cat. He grinned to himself at the idea of Penguin wearing a bulletproof vest.

“Did you know you’re stealing that apple?”

Alfie nearly fell out of the tree. The voice had come from up above him. He stared up, blinking against the sunlight filtering down through the branches.

Someone was sitting higher up the tree, astride the slightly wobbly branch that Alfie tended to avoid.

“In fact, you’re trespassing. This is my gran’s garden.”

Alfie opened his mouth to defend himself, and then shut it again. She was quite right. What on earth could he say?

“I bet she doesn’t mind,” he muttered weakly.

“Did you ask her?” The girl lay down along the branch to look at him better, and it bounced in a way that made Alfie’s stomach bounce too.

“You need to be careful with that branch,” he muttered. If she fell out of the tree while he was there, Alfie had a strong feeling that she was one of those girls who’d make surehe got into trouble for it.

“No, I don’t,” she snapped back. “I’m fine. Bet you couldn’t get up here.”

The girl wriggled her way along the branch, her blonde hair hanging downwards. She was wearing jeans and a pale pink T-shirt, now streaked with lichen all down the front.

“That branch isn’t strong enough at the end.” Alfie stood up, very carefully, wriggling his feet to the best place on the branch and hanging on to the one above him. She needed to get down. He held a hand out to her. “Come back down. You have to.”

“Get lost.” The girl smirked. She bounced up and down on purpose, and the whole tree shuddered. Alfie’s foot slipped, and his stomach slid sideways. He gasped. He was going to be sick. He loved the tree, and he was good at climbing, but he liked to be holding on tight.

He grabbed the trunk to steady himself and felt the apple slip out of his hand. Alfie didn’t want to be in the tree any longer. He grabbed the rope and flung himself down, grazing the side of his leg against the bark.

“Good! You run away! And stay out of my garden!” the girl yelled after him.

Her garden now, he noticed. Not even her gran’s.

But really, the only thing that mattered was that it wasn’t Alfie’s any more.

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“This is Grace, everyone. She’s just moved here, and she’ll be joining our class.”

She stood up at the front of the classroom next to Mrs Cartwright, the long blonde hair now pulled back in two neat bunches. They made her look like a dog with long ears.

Alfie huddled down in his seat, hoping to avoid her eye. His leg still hurt, and he’d had to tell Mum he slipped on the path. But Mrs Cartwright was looking straight at him and smiling. “Alfie, I think Grace is living very close to you, isn’t she?”

Alfie nodded reluctantly. He couldn’t really do anything else.

“Lovely. Well, we’ll put Grace on your table, and you and Oliver and Asha and Sammie can look after her for the minute.” Mrs Cartwright ushered Grace towards Alfie’s table – why did they have to have an empty chair? Then she turned back to the whiteboard and started talking about their Romans topic again.

Grace stared at Alfie. Her eyes were bluish-green, he noticed, now that he wasn’t staring up into the sunlight.

“Hello, Alfie…” she said, her voice rather nastily sweet.

“Is that her?” Oliver muttered. “From next door?” Alfie hadn’t told him about the meeting in the tree – he was too embarrassed.

Alfie nodded.“You want that book for making your story plan in,” he muttered to Grace. “The blue one.” He’d only get into trouble with Mrs Cartwright if he didn’t look after her properly, however much he felt like directing her into the boys’ toilets.

She was staring at him as he turned back to the board again. Her eyes looked like the pieces of sea glass he’d picked up on the beach on their summer holiday. Hard and greenish and shiny. Worn away by years of water, but still bright. He had the pieces lined up on his window sill. He’d move them when he got home, he decided.

Luckily, she went off with Asha and Sammie at lunch time, and he didn’t have to do anything about her. At the end of the day, he came out of school heaving a sigh that seemed to leave all of him feeling lighter. He’d stay in the house this afternoon, he decided. Even if it was still tropical-hot.

His mum waved at him from the playground. She was standing next to a woman with short, spiky blonde hair and familiar bluish-green eyes. The woman was cuddling Jess.

Alfie slowed right down. Mum had gone and made friends with Grace’s mother.

How could she? It was treachery. But he supposed she didn’t know.

His mum was smiling as he trailed towards them.“Look, Alfie – this is Lucy, from next door.”