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Rob Braden is an ordinary schoolboy in a typical high school. Then Livy crashes her way into his peaceful life. Livy is the She of the story. Livy starts to annoy Rob, first in a small way, but then things become serious.
She challenges Rob to a dare, which he reluctantly undertakes. Then they both discover that the object of the dare is far from innocent.
In fact it’s part of a cunning criminal conspiracy. And there are people who are less than pleased at the way things have turned out.
She is a fast-paced thriller with just a hint of comedy.
David McRobbie
David McRobbie was born in Glasgow in 1934. After an apprenticeship he joined the Merchant Navy as a marine engineer and sailed the world, or some of it. Eventually he worked his passage to Australia, got married and settled down for a bit only to move to Papua New Guinea where he trained as a teacher.Subsequently he found work as a college lecturer, then a researcher for parliament. Back in Australia in 1974 he joined the Australian Broadcasting Corporation as a producer of radio and television programs for young people.In 1990 he gave up this work to become a full time writer for children and young adults. He has written over thirty paperbacks, mainly novels, but some are collections of short stories, plays and ‘how-to’ books on creative writing.Three of his novels were adapted for television, with David writing all of the sixty-five scripts — the first being The Wayne Manifesto in 1996, followed by Eugénie Sandler, PI then Fergus McPhail. These shows were broadcast throughout the world, including Australia and Britain on BBC and ITV.The BBC adapted another of David’s novels for television — See How They Run, which became the first BBC/ABC co-production.At the age of 79, David is still at work. His most recent paperback novels are Vinnie’s War, (Allen & Unwin) published in 2011, about childhood evacuation in the second world war. This was followed by To Brave The Seas, in 2013, a story about a 14-year-old boy who sails in Atlantic convoys during WW2. Both books are available online.
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She - David McRobbie
She
David McRobbie
She
David McRobbie
Copyright © 2014 David McRobbie
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Cover image: Robert McRobbie
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
About The Author
Other Books by David McRobbie
Chapter One
She was the first female in my life, apart from my mother and younger sister, Alice. There’s also our English teacher at school, Ms Bailey, and the social studies teacher, Ms McArdle. Can’t forget them. Anyway, this particular ‘She’ slouched into our home classroom late one morning, and became my bully.
It’s one thing when a guy fronts you and says, ‘Hello, I’m your local torturer. Here to make your whole life miserable.’ I mean, that’s okay. I can deal with it; done it before, heaps of times and learned all the strategies. I could even write self-defence leaflets about it, pamphlets and stuff, but they’d be about boy vs boy tactics. Never a girl bullying a guy, because that is a different kettle of ball games.
Girls bully each other, no mistake about that, but they’re more subtle about it and not so physical. Over my school years, I’ve been able to watch them at it, and be glad it wasn’t me on the receiving end.
Three months into my second year high school, I was doing well enough, had my own two mates to hang around with, Leonard and Maurice. We were not the brightest bunch, but in there somewhere, upper middle to top. We liked the quiet life and didn’t mind classical music. Last year the school organised a rock musical called Move Over Mozart, the idea being that classical stuff was for losers. We guys organised a protest petition and got three signatures. Our own, as it happened. But we boycotted the show.
So back to this She, who turned up in our class one morning, silent and bulky, long blonde hair, dressed in a tartan sports team jacket, coloured red mainly, number 69 on the front. Her black track pants went all the way down to her sneakers so that she was just a straight line from top to bottom. There was no shape, like the other girls had. Last year Leonard, Maurice and I didn’t give a toss about girl shapes, but now, suddenly, we were all eyes and imagination, even giving our two favourite women teachers glances from time to time.
The She’s face wore a not-happy-to-be-here expression. Everybody looked, but nobody spoke, except our home room and English teacher, Ms Bailey, who glanced up from what she was doing and gave a half smile. ‘Oh, hello. You must be Olive Carson.’
‘Yeah, only they call me Livy.’
‘Well, Livy, if you’re happy with that. Find yourself a desk. There’s one next to Sandra.’ Livy Carson flopped into the empty desk beside Sandra, who had a shape and gave out a full smile, but needn’t have bothered. Livy sniffed and looked at the teacher, who went on, ‘I’m Ms Bailey, and we’re doing English. Do you have the text book, Livy?’
‘No. No one said.’
‘Right, well, we’ll get you sorted out for next time.’ Ms Bailey turned to the rest of us and pointed to me, ‘Rob Braden, let’s hear what you’ve written.’
Rob Braden, that’s me. I got to my feet and flipped open the exercise book as Maurice whispered from the desk behind, ‘Your turn to shine.’ I read my piece and sat down.
All I got was a nod. ‘Good enough, but you started your item with three sentences, one after the other, each beginning with the same word. Took my mind off what you were saying, put it on how you were saying it. So, re-work, and apart from that —’ Ms Bailey waved a hand like some kind of salute. It was as much praise as she’d give, but good enough. The bell rang and we guys went outside to mooch around until next period.
Leonard had exciting news about Ms Bailey. ‘Her first name’s Irene.’
‘How’d you know?’ Maurice demanded. This had been our quest, to find Ms Bailey’s first name so that we could use it in private whenever we discussed her, which we did often.
But Leonard had won. He explained, ‘I heard Ms McArdle use it.’
‘Irene.’ I tried the name. ‘Irene Bailey. I like it. Suits her. And what’s Ms McArdle’s first name?’
‘Working on it,’ Leonard said. He’d also started on a poem in praise of her, but couldn’t find a word to rhyme with that surname except ‘gargle’.
‘Not very romantic,’ I said.
‘It’s not a love poem. Besides, she’s out of our league.’
I took time off to notice that Livy Carson was on her own, eyes on the ground, leaning against the school wall, standing on one foot, the other propped behind her. The rest of the girls kept on doing their own thing in a casual but determined sort of way. They knew Livy was there, but no one made a move towards her.
Making friends is tricky; you can’t get in unless you give out, and Livy Carson was doing neither. It was her business. I looked away and we three guys got a game of hacky sac going.
For a girl who said nothing, she really stirred things up, the who, what, and where questions flew around. Maurice’s sister was friends with a girl who knew things. She was as good as the ABC. News on the hour. Anyway, after a couple of days Maurice reported that Livy Carson had been to three different schools already this year and it was only July, but Maurice didn’t know why she’d moved around so much, so all we could do was guess.
‘Maybe she was trouble,’ Leonard suggested. ‘And got the heave-ho.’
‘Burnt the place down,’ was all I cold think to say.
‘Nah,’ Maurice added his bit. ‘We’d have heard about that. And she’d be at a different kind of school, where they lock the doors and hide the matches.’
Leonard held up one finger. ‘Tell you what, I vote Rob goes and asks her.’
‘Yeah, I can see that happening.’ And so the mystery of Livy Carson remained unsolved.
After a week of wondering, and not finding any answers, Ms Bailey, Irene, gave us a writing exercise. This was one where we had to watch as one boy came out to the front and did a bit of play acting, like he was looking for something. Our job was to describe what he did and invent a reason why he was doing these things. We had to comment on the way he moved, the expression on his face and the look he gave at the end when he didn’t find what he was after.
Time allowed: twenty minutes.
It’s the kind of assignment I like. Not the stupid write-a-whole-story-in-a-forty-minute period kind of thing. Title, beginning, middle and end. I made this exercise a bit of a story, using words like ‘furtive’, ‘anxious’ and ‘defeated’, which I scrubbed out and put in ‘frustrated’ instead.
With time up, Ms Bailey looked around the room, then said, ‘Can we hear what you’ve written, Livy?’
Livy got to her feet and mumbled, ‘Didn’t get to finish it all.’
‘Well, give us what you’ve got.’
So Livy began, ‘The guy came in. Looked for something. I don’t know what. He looked again, looked again —’
‘And?’ Ms Bailey encouraged her. ‘What did his face tell you? Was he nervous about what he was doing? Do you think he should have been in the room at all? Was he being — sneaky?’
‘Don’t know,’ Livy said. She closed her exercise book and flopped down, her eyes on the desk, her lower jaw working.
‘Anyway, thank you for that, Livy.’ Ms Bailey looked around the room. I thought: please don’t pick me. Okay, I felt for Livy. I hardly