M.J. FORD Hold My Hand
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Table of Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Yarnton, Near Oxford, July 26th, 1987
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Keep Reading
About the Publisher
Yarnton, near Oxford, July 26th, 1987
Stay close, said Paul, breathing two jets of smoke through his nostrils. Hed lit up the first ciggy as soon as Dads car was out of sight, and finished it in the queue. Josie didnt get smoking at all shed had a puff on one once and it had almost made her chuck.
Dad had made her promise to stay with her brother, but Kim and Bec were only eight too, and she knew their parents didnt give a monkeys if they went off on their own. And why should they? What does Dad even think is going to happen?
She saw Kelly Adams with an ice cream, and waved.
The circus had been here all week, but tomorrow it was moving on to another town. In fact, there were already patches of discoloured grass, and she guessed some stalls had packed up already. The first few days had been really rainy and there was still the odd muddy puddle on the churned-up ground. The 50p Gran had given Josie was sweaty in her palm. She wondered what it would get her.
Her brother suddenly stiffened, and Josie saw Helen Smith hanging around with a group of her friends. Everyone said Paul and Helen had done it, and Josie had helped spread the rumour, pretending to know what it was, and feeling slightly special for the respect her brothers actions conferred upon her. Helen was wearing a denim jacket, and her massive pile of blonde curls spilled over the top.
Paul threw the cigarette on the ground and twisted the heel of his trainer on top. Come on, he said, taking Josies hand.
She resisted. I dont want to hang round with you and Helen Smith, she said.
Paul hesitated. He looked at his watch. Fine, he said. Meet me back here at three oclock. And dont you dare tell Dad I left you.
Josie nodded. Wicked.
Paul smiled at her. Be careful. And dont talk to strangers!
Josie was already running off to where shed seen Kim and Bec, but theyd moved on. She thought about jumping on one of the spinning cups it was 10p a go but stopped herself. She should check everything out first, and spend her money wisely.
She wandered slowly through the crowds, passing a load of stalls where you could shoot airguns, or throw tennis balls at coconuts, or fish for prizes with plastic rods. There were kids screaming on the dodgems, smashing into each other. In front of the haunted house, a bored man with grey skin and fake blood painted on the side of his face was taking money from the people queuing. Right in the centre of the field was the big top, a massive red-and-white striped tent with flags across two towers and long ropes fixing it to the ground. Josie made her way over to it. A clown on stilts tottered past.
There were barriers set up outside the big top for queuing, but the gate was closed across the front. A sign outside read Magic and Mayhem, and there were shows every three hours, but the next one wasnt until half two. Josie had heard there was a dog that rode a horse, fire-breathing men, and someone who juggled chainsaws. Apparently, on the opening night, Tom Banks from fourth year had volunteered to be cut in two, even though there was a rumour that someone had died in another town and the circus had covered it up.
As she walked away from the tent, Josie saw a football stall. That was more like it. She hurried over, hand already searching for her money. You had to stand behind