I Can't See You
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"I can't see you!" said Oliver. "You're not there." Reece only wanted to be friends; but when Oliver snubbed him, he found a surprising way to get revenge. A thought-provoking book for readers of 9 and over.
want to invite him home sometime?” “Maybe.” Reece wasn’t thinking about Seth. He was thinking about Oliver. He gazed intently at the screen, wishing Dad would get off his case and go away. Eventually, Dad did. And Reece wrote his article, or rather, Oliver’s. On the internet, he found quite a lot about life on the front line in Afghanistan: the stifling heat, the tedium, the jokes, the constant need to be alert. All this went into his article. Reece thought hard about how it would feel to have
“What’s that?” Oliver cupped a hand around his ear. “I can’t hear you.” “Hear who?” said Joel. “There’s nobody there.” Reece bent his head over the sheet and drew determinedly. He knew how to make it work. He would show the others. They leant back in their chairs and watched. “Excellent,” said Miss Lewis when she came round to their table again. She held his sheet up for the class to see. “Excellent,” murmured Oliver. “He’s a genius,” breathed Joel. “Who is?” said Kai. And they all
people. They can get injured, obviously.” Reece hadn’t even thought about that. Obvious, though wasn’t it? His mouth fell open slightly as images of blood and bandages swept suddenly through his head. But surely Oliver would have told his friends if his father had got injured? Meanwhile his dad went on, “Sometimes it can do things to people that you can’t see. Living through war can affect the way people think. The way they feel. They see some dreadful things happen. It can cause something
Dad didn’t have a clue, that was the trouble. He had no idea what really went on at school. “Spag bol for tea?” Dad asked. “Yeah, sure.” “You going to come and help me make it?” Reece hesitated. If he went and chopped onions for Dad, he’d only end up being interrogated about Seth and Adam, and would he like them to come over? He didn’t need it. “I’ve got homework.” He pulled his spelling book out of his rucksack. But he didn’t do his spellings. Dad had given him a few ideas to think about.
According to the texts, Oliver’s dad would be at the Open Day. I’m not ashamed. Ashamed of what? Of being a mental case? But Oliver was ashamed, that much was clear. He shouldn’t be, thought Reece. It wasn’t his dad’s fault, was it? Even if he was a loony, he was a soldier, with medals; he was a hero. Oliver should be aware of that. “Are you sure?” “What?” said Reece. “Oh, yes, thanks.” Miss Lewis sighed. “All right, then. Off you go to dinner.” Chapter 9 Open Day was fast