Box

by Penelope Todd

  ‘Don’t feel bad.’ Marti caught her hand. ‘I’ll never forget our great night out, eating, showering and playing at that man’s house. He was the fool in the end. Thanks to him we all ended up here.’

  ‘Yeah, you did a great job, Becka,’ said Disco.

  She gave a crooked smile and shook her head. ‘But maybe we’ll meet up again some time.’

  ‘Yeah, of course we will.’ Marti let go Becka’s hand and picked up mine.

  The world was starting from scratch. It was clean and bright and everything was possible. Never mind that Marti was swinging Disco’s hand on the other side as we set off up the hill — back towards our own ordinary, extraordinary lives.

  ‘Can we go up through the school?’ I said.

  ‘What for?’ Marti asked

  ‘I want to find that old box.’