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have stuck the huge hairy monsters horoscope to the star sign that belonged to Jem’s mum. So predictions could come true!

      “I reckon most people would have screamed,” said Jem. “I didn’t! Not even when it ran across Mum’s foot.”

      I said, “It?”

      Her eyes slid away.

      “What d’you mean it?”

      I might have known it was too good to be true. When I questioned her more closely I discovered that in fact it had only been one hairy monster and it hadn’t even been a proper monster, if it came to that, just one tiny little mouse. Jem tried arguing with me, like she always does. She is a very argumentative-type person. She said that as mice went it had been pretty huge, it seemed to her, plus everybody knew that mice didn’t come singly.

      “They live in nests. With other mice.”

      She said there was obviously a whole family of them hiding away somewhere, and that if you stayed and watched, you’d probably see hordes of them come out and run across the floor. I told her rather sharply that in that case she had better be prepared to sit in the kitchen all night, and maybe, if lots of mice appeared, and if they were really big mice, I might be prepared to put them on my list.

      Jem immediately said, “What list?”

      I said, “List I’m making of stuff that happens, ready for when Skye lets us open up and have a look.”

      “So what’s happened so far?” said Jem.

      I had to admit nothing, apart from Daisy Hooper getting whacked on the ankle, which I didn’t honestly think we could count. Jem said she reckoned I still ought to make a note of it.

      “And Mum’s mouse. Cos these things aren’t ever straightforward.”

      “Yes, but you can’t just twist them to mean anything,” I said. “They’ve got to have a bit of resemblance to what’s written down.”

      Jem said, “Clonk – Daisy. Monster – Mum. That’s two of mine, and they do have some resemblance! It could be,” she said, “that I’m the one with psychic powers. Not everybody has them. How much of what you wrote has come true?”

      Loftily I said, “Too early to tell. I’m waiting for proper scientific proof.”

      I certainly wasn’t putting Daisy Hooper’s ankle on the list, and I wasn’t putting Jem’s mum. Jem could argue as much as she liked. An ankle is not the same as a head, and one small mouse isn’t the same as a horde of huge furry monsters. On the other hand, something very remarkable happened later that day. I got home to find that a leaflet had been pushed through the letterbox. It was there, lying face up on the mat.

      TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS EXCITING OPPORTUNITY!

       GET FIT, HAVE FUN!

      SIGN UP NOW FOR ONE MONTH’S FREE TRIAL AT THE

       GREENBANK LEISURE CENTRE.

      Well. That was more like it! It was exactly what I’d written: An exciting new opportunity will arise. It should be grasped with both hands.

      If I could just get someone to grasp it… I rushed into the kitchen to show Mum.

      “Mum,” I cried, “look! You can have a month’s free trial at the Greenbank Leisure Centre!”

      Mum said, “Oh, Frankie, I don’t have time for that. I’m far too busy.”

      It’s true that Mum is quite busy, doing dressmaking and stuff for all her ladies, but I’d have thought a bit of fun and keeping fit would have brightened up her life.

      “Not really,” said Mum. “I’d sooner put my feet up and have a cup of coffee.”

      What can you do? I try to be helpful.

      I showed the leaflet to Angel, suggesting she might like to grasp the opportunity, but she seemed to think I was insulting her.

      “Why should I need it?” she shrieked. “Are you implying I’m fat?”

      I said, “No, but it’s free.”

      “So you do it,” said Angel.

      Next I tried Tom, who just grunted, which is pretty much all he ever does.

      “You mean, you don’t want to?” I said.

      “Gotta be joking,” said Tom.

      Dad was my last chance. I reminded him what the government had said about us all taking more exercise to stop from getting fat and flabby, but Dad laughed and said he got quite enough exercise watching sport on TV, thank you very much.

      Honestly! What a family. An exciting new opportunity and not a single one of them would grasp it. Still, I put it on my list. It was the first real sign we had had. A proper sign. Not like Jem and her hairy monsters. After all, you can’t blame horoscopes if people are too stupid to follow their advice. I just wish I knew which one of the family it was!

      I couldn’t make up my mind whether to tell Jem or not. I knew if I did she would only start arguing again about ankles being the same as heads and tiny little mice being huge furry monsters, but, anyway, as it happened, I didn’t get the chance. Skye was with us, as usual, as we walked into school, and we were together all the rest of the day.

      Skye was in a really glumpish sort of mood. Even in maths, when Mr Hargreaves wanted to know if anyone had the answer to some weird mess he’d scrawled all over the board, she didn’t put her hand up. I could tell Mr Hargreaves was surprised, cos Skye always has the answer to everything. Me and Jem exchanged glances over her head. Something was definitely not right.

      We discussed it in whispers in the cloakroom at break. Should we ask what the problem was, or should we just go on pretending not to have noticed? We still hadn’t reached any decision when Skye came out of a cubicle and wanted to know what we were gossiping about.

      “Not gossiping,” said Jem.

      “So why are you being all furtive?”

      I couldn’t think of any answer to that. Jem, her brain whizzing into overdrive, said, “Oh! You know,” and waved a hand rather vaguely about the empty cloakroom, but Skye didn’t pursue the matter. She obviously wasn’t that interested.

      Last class of the day was drama with Miss Hamilton. Me and Jem adore drama! Whenever we’re told to choose partners, we always choose each other. Never Skye! Not if we can avoid it. Drama is one of the few classes Skye is useless at. She can’t act to save her life. It’s because she can’t show her feelings. Me and Jem like nothing better. We are full of feelings! Sometimes, Miss Hamilton says, we overflow. Skye says we swamp. But I think we are just naturally expressive.

      Today, Miss Hamilton said, we were going to do improvisation, making up our own short scenes with a partner. Hooray! I love improvisation. Seems to me it’s far more fun making up your own words than having to stick to other people’s.

      “So,” said Miss Hamilton, “find yourselves a partner.” Me and Jem immediately bagged each other. We didn’t even think of Skye. “I want one of you to be unhappy, and the other one has to find out why, and try to comfort her. OK?”

      Jem begged me to let her be the unhappy one.

      “Please, Frankie, please!”

      I didn’t mind. I’m good at comforting. I’m a people person!

      We waited impatiently for our turn. I hate having to sit and watch while everyone else gets up and does things. Specially when they’re not very good at it. Some of them were OK, like Brittany Fern, crying cos her pet goldfish had died. I think that losing your goldfish would be quite upsetting. I know you can’t take a goldfish to bed with you or cuddle it, like I can Rags, but I daresay they have their own little fishy ways that you get fond of.

      Daisy Hooper was pathetic, as usual. She’s another one that can’t act; she just thinks she can. She lumped herself

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