Catching Falling Stars
Karen McCombie
Language: English
Pages: 112
ISBN: B00XLM7YCQ
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
It's 1940. Gloria and her little brother have been evacuated to the countryside to get away from the dangers of the Blitz in London. But their new home isn't as friendly as they'd hoped. The woman they're living with, Miss Saunders, is strict, severe and an outcast in the village. And the local children and other evacuees are equally unwelcoming and mocking. But Gloria quickly learns that nothing is ever as it seems in this strange new place. As possible friends turn out to be enemies, and once sworn enemies might be the best possible friends, Gloria finally realizes that believing first impressions could mean missing out on the friendships that can last a lifetime.
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fingertips, where he picked molten-hot bullets from the road to keep as mementos. Rich seems to think the stupidity burns were worth it; he’s staring at the row of dark metal bullets laid out on the kitchen table as if they’re precious jewels. Duckie and Mr Mousey are standing guard over them. “My, my, will you look at that,” says Reverend Ashton, examining Rich’s injuries. “But you’re a strong little lad, Richard, and I’m sure those will heal in no time!” The vicar has come to check on us
friendly.” The words are out of my mouth before I know it. I hadn’t meant to say that to Lawrence at all, especially since – until yesterday – I thought about him as one of those unfriendly people. “Ha!” Lawrence laughs out loud. “You’re not exactly friendly yourself, you know, Glory Gilbert!” “Me?” I say in surprise. “You should have seen the look you gave me and Archie that first day you walked up the lane to the farm,” he says, with his cheek-to-cheek grin. “Your mum was looking at this
“It’s fine, it’s all fine,” I say softly, soothingly, hoping he can hear me above the siren’s insistent wail. “Huh!” harrumphs Mrs Mann, from her bench. “I doubt that very much.” For an old lady, her hearing is amazingly good. And my eyesight’s improving; with the light seeping in from the top and the bottom of the badly fitting shelter door, I can just make out the shape of her in the corner. She’s like a walrus. A fat, grunting, bad-tempered bull walrus. Maybe that’s why she’s here; she’s got
feel a ripple of irritation at my big sister. She’s only just arrived here in Thorntree, and yet Lil’s already made herself quite at home. She’s even making heads turn; the congregation are staring and smiling at her and Sally as they file in, as if they’re rare birds of paradise. I slink down in my lonely pew, hoping she doesn’t see me, but it doesn’t work. “All on your ownsome?” Lil says brightly, walking over and plonking herself down beside me. “What have you done to send everyone away? You
Like I say, I don’t believe in signs. But what if it matters? What if… I give myself a shake back to sense and concentrate on the pretty tune Auntie Sylvia is now playing. “If I was the only girl in the world…” everyone in the barn begins to sing, their voices swelling and soaring. At the same time, there’s also a shuffling, and a sense that something is happening. Putting my hand on Archie’s shoulder for balance, I peek over everyone’s heads and shoulders towards the piano … and see that