BOOK THREE – GAMES OVER
Who was I kidding?
I flung myself onto the bed and before I knew it I was chasing zeds. But wait up! I could hear the tread of feet in the hall. The door to my room slammed back against the wall and my eyes jerked open. What seemed like hundreds of hooves clattered over the boards as I sat up, stunned by the noise. I panicked,: something was licking me.
Then I woke...
Where am I? And how did I get here? My head starts throbbing and my eyes ache, so I close them against the bright sunlight creeping through a crack in the timber wall.
I hear the sound of bare feet slapping on the timber floor. A shadow stands over me. It’s a woman, with an oversized T-shirt over her rolled up pants.
She smiles at me, showing big gaps in her teeth.
‘You wan’ blekfas?’ she asks.
When the BoobRats are hot, they’re really hot! And they’re pumping today! Out in the playground, bumcheeks bouncing, they mince along, with Kellie Francisco leading the pack – as always. She’s the hottest chick in the BoobRat pack. All the others ape her style.
If they were any tighter, they’d have split right up her bum as soon as she sat down in the school bus.
A great teen and tween story...
STIFF AS A BOARD
Just then, dad came rushing out of his office. ‘Jane, I need some help in the embalming room. Give me a hand.’
You’re probably wondering what my dad is talking about. Why on earth would an ordinary family have an embalming room? Is my dad some kind of sicko? Or does he practice ancient rituals?
Well, you’d be wrong on both counts.
My dad runs the family funeral business...
…for such a tiny baby, Fiasili leaves a huge legacy.
Sisters Kate and Cassie get more than they bargained for when their grandmere’s birthday gift of a trip to Samoa turns into a nightmare.
Add political intrigue, the kidnapping of tiny Fiasili, a creepy old uncle and the plot thickens…