My Sister Jodie

by Jacqueline Wilson

  ‘Oh dear, now I wish we hadn’t,’ she said.

  ‘It’s my fault, I made him look so nice,’ I said.

  ‘Jodie made a guy last year but he was really scary with a devil’s mask and long toothpick teeth. We were glad to get rid of him.’

  ‘Where’s Jodie now?’ Harry asked.

  ‘I don’t know.’

  I was starting to get really worried. I was sure Jodie was plotting something but I wasn’t sure what. Maybe she’d invented some kind of Bonfire Night game?

  Mum was trundling a food-laden trolley over the grass. She caught hold of me.

  ‘Help me hand all this stuff round, Pearl, there’s a dear. Get Jodie to help too.’

  ‘ I’ll help,’ said Harriet. ‘Oh, yum – your mum’s such a good cook, Pearl.’

  I darted around, thrusting paper plates of sausages and baked beans and potatoes at everyone. Then I poured jug after jug of hot chocolate. Half the little ones spilled their chocolate all down their duffel coats but at least it didn’t show in the dark.

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  ‘My Man wants his own cup,’ said Dan. ‘And he ate my marshmallow, so can I have another one?’

  I knew this was a deliberate scam but I still gave it to him.

  ‘I do like you, Pearl,’ Dan said happily. He paused, sucking his marshmallow. ‘I like Jodie too though, lots and lots. I didn’t mean to get her into trouble.’

  ‘I know you didn’t, Dan.’

  ‘I can’t find her.’

  ‘She’s around somewhere, Dan,’ I said, trying to sound reassuring.

  ‘She’s missing the food!’ said Zeph.

  ‘She won’t miss the fireworks, will she?’ said Sakura.

  I remembered Jodie asking what time they started. It must have been for a reason.

  ‘I’m sure she won’t miss the fireworks,’ I said.

  The first rocket soared high in the sky at exactly half past seven. We all gazed up at the golden stars exploding way above the tower. And then there was a gasp. There was an eerie light inside the tower room, spotlighting a figure standing inside, right up on the window ledge, a strange ghostly figure in a long white dress, a shawl draped over her head.

  ‘It’s the sad white whispering woman!’ Dan shrieked. ‘It’s a ghost, it’s a ghost, it’s a ghost!’

  Everyone was peering up and pointing, and the little children were all crying, and even some of the Seniors were screaming. Harriet nearly snapped my arm in two.

  ‘It really is a ghost!’ she whispered.

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  the tower-room window. I stared too, seeing my sister Jodie making them all believe in ghosts.

  Dan was screaming hysterically.

  ‘It’s OK, Dan, truly. It’s not really a ghost,’ I whispered, but he pulled away from me, scared senseless.

  ‘It’s the ghost woman and she’s coming to get me!’ he yelled, throwing himself on the ground.

  I saw Jodie banging on the window, shouting something, but of course we couldn’t hear. She struggled with the catch, hitting it with her hand until it opened. Another rocket soared, illuminating Jodie with its green ghostly light.

  ‘It’s only me, Dan!’ she yelled. ‘Look, it’s just silly old Jodie.’

  I’m sure that’s what she said.

  She hung right out of the window and tugged at her shawl to show her purple hair. She tugged too violently, she jerked forward, she wobbled in her crazy red shoes – and then she fell.

  She fell all the way to the ground, the shawl billowing out behind her, the white lace dress floating, one shoe falling off. Her mouth was open and I heard her scream high above all the others.

  She fell onto the lawn with a terrible thud, head flung back, arms and legs spread open, while another rocket showered the sky with lurid sparks.

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  Melchester seems like a dark dream.

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  They wouldn’t let me hold her. I wanted to rock her the way she’d rocked the badger cub. They said she mustn’t be touched in case her neck was broken. I screamed at them then because of course her neck was broken. She was broken all over, my sister Jodie, and I needed to hold her to keep her together.

  But they took her away in the ambulance and I didn’t get to see her again.

  I begged and begged and begged to go to the funeral parlour. I needed to see Jodie when she was put in her coffin. I knew exactly what I had to do. I had to shut her eyes and turn her mouth up in a little smile. I had to comb her dear purple hair and dress her in her shortest shirt and slip her crazy shoes back on her upturned feet. I wasn’t sure if she’d want books tucked into her coffin too. I planned to give her all my stories instead and I wanted to put her old wooden rocket in her hand.

  Mum wouldn’t listen. She just cried and cried.

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  Dad tried to understand, but he kept shaking his head.

  ‘I can’t let you do that, darling. It’s too morbid. I don’t think it’s allowed anyway. It would likely give you terrible nightmares seeing our poor Jodie now.’

  Dad started crying then and I couldn’t argue any more with him.

  There was so many tears, so many arguments.

  We couldn’t have the funeral straight away. There were mad questions and enquiries. Some people thought Jodie had killed herself deliberately. This was so crazy I started screaming again. Of course my sister hadn’t committed suicide. She’d been trying to reassure Dan and the other littlies. She’d leaned out of the window to show them she wasn’t really the sad white whispering woman, she was just our mad Jodie with her purple hair and her red shoes. She’s slipped in those shoes, she’d lost her balance, she’d fallen. It was an accident.

  I said it was an accident, Mum and Dad said it was an accident, Mr Wilberforce said it was an accident, but the newspapers wrote all kinds of sleazy lies about my sister. They suggested she was a total misfit at her exclusive boarding school, treated harshly by the teachers, bullied by the other pupils, made so miserable that she took her own life.

  They couldn’t prove it though. I’m the only one who knows everything about Jodie, because she was my sister and she loved me more than anyone else in the whole world. As if she’d ever kill herself and leave me behind!

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  her, lonely and moulding in the grounds. We were moving far away immediately afterwards. We needed to set Jodie free.

  They held the funeral in the nearest cremato-rium, twenty miles away in Galford. They wanted the ceremony to be private, but the whole school attended.

  ‘I don’t want them there! They just want to show the school in the best light possible after all that bullying scandal in the papers,’ Mum said bitterly.

  ‘Maybe. But maybe they want to mourn our Jodie too,’ Dad said.

  Everyone was in their neatest uniform. Every little girl had snowy socks, every little boy had his hair grimly parted. Every Junior had their tie neatly knotted and their shirt tucked in. Every single Senior carried a lily to put on top of Jodie’s coffin.

  Mr Wilberforce wore a dark suit and a black tie.

  He pushed Mrs Wilberforce in her wheelchair. She wore a black net veil over her long white hair and a black velvet cloak that covered her legs. Miss French stood humbly behind them in a shiny navy suit that was too tight for her. The teachers stood in a sober line, gripping their hymn books.

  Jed was there too, in an old donkey j
acket because it was clearly the only dark garment he possessed. His head was bowed. He looked white and watery-eyed. He could have been grief-stricken, but then again he might simply be suffering from a hangover.

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  pulling faces at all the false sentiment, yawning when the vicar went on at length about ‘this beautiful vibrant young girl’, making vomit noises when Anna of all people stood up to sing part of Fauré’s Requiem.

  I whispered to Jodie throughout the service and she talked back to me, telling me she was OK, indeed this was her finest moment, everyone united in celebrating her life. The little ones were sobbing, Dan and Sakura totally sodden, and even Zeph was snivelling.

  ‘Tell them to watch out,’ Jodie joked. ‘If they wail too much, I might creep back and haunt them. I’m the sad white whispering woman now, and I’ll go Whoooo in their little earholes.’

  She chuckled and I laughed too. Dad put his arm round me, holding me tight. His face was already salmon-pink, suppressing his tears. Mum was huddled beside him, head bowed, hands over her face. Her shoulders shuddered up and down as she sobbed.

  ‘Get Mum!’ said Jodie. ‘It’s killing her that I’ve got purple hair for my own funeral.’

  ‘It’s killing her that you’re dead, Jodie. She loves you so. We all do,’ I whispered. ‘Look at poor Dad.’

  ‘I know. You look after him for me, Pearl. Give him lots of big hugs. I do love him so much. But I love you more, babe. You’re my best ever little sister and I love you the most, remember?’

  ‘I’ll always remember. I love you the most for ever and ever and ever,’ I said as the organ music blared for the last hymn.

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  second I thought she was going to jump straight up out of her coffin, scattering all the flowers, and go,

  ‘ Joke! I’m not really dead, you suckers.’

  But the lid stayed on, the wreaths in place, Mum and Dad’s huge roses and my heart of freesias, but the coffin shunted slowly forwards, towards the curtains at the end.

  ‘No!’ I shouted. ‘No, don’t go, Jodie! Don’t leave me!’

  I struggled with Dad, desperate to get to the coffin before it disappeared for ever. He hung onto me, pinning me into my seat. Jodie chugged off through the curtains without even saying goodbye.

  There was a reception back at the school. Mum insisted on doing the catering herself, with Dad helping her. I helped too, handing out cups of tea and sandwiches and fruit cake. It seemed bizarre for anyone to want to eat at a time like this. I’d been allowed to invite Harley and Harriet as they were special friends.

  Harry was howling, her eyes red, her nose running. I gave her a hug.

  ‘Oh, Pearl, I’m supposed to be comforting you!’

  she wailed. ‘I’m so sorry. It’s so awful for you. And I’m going to miss you so when you go away. Please please please let’s stay friends and write to each other heaps.’

  ‘Of course, Harry. You’ve been a lovely friend. I promise I’ll write lots,’ I said.

  Harley didn’t cry, but his voice was oddly thick, as if he had a bad cold.

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  been so great hanging out with you, watching the badgers, making up daft games, all of it. I’m going to miss you terribly.’

  ‘I’ll miss you terribly too, Harley.’

  ‘You know something? I’m going to miss Jodie so much too,’ said Harley.

  I could talk to my friends but I didn’t want to talk to the teachers, not even lovely Mrs Lewin. I kept right away from Mr Wilberforce – but I wanted to talk to his wife.

  She saw me hovering. ‘Could you wheel me out of the room for a moment, Pearl?’ she said.

  I pushed her into one of the empty classrooms.

  She reached out with her one good hand.

  ‘How are you coping, Pearl?’

  ‘I’m OK,’ I said.

  ‘No, you’re not,’ she said. ‘Come here.’

  I went nearer, reluctantly. She managed to pull me close.

  ‘What are you thinking right this second?’ she whispered.

  ‘That I want Jodie,’ I said.

  ‘Of course.’

  ‘And that nothing will ever be the same again.’

  ‘It won’t be, I know.’

  ‘And – and – it’s all my fault she’s dead!’ I said, and then I started weeping.

  She sat there, her good arm round me, while I cried on her chest, leaving snail trails of tears and snot all over her black velvet.

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  never have said I wanted to come to Melchester College. She only said she’d come for my sake.’

  ‘Yes, I see why you could argue it’s all your fault, Pearl,’ said Mrs Wilberforce. ‘But so could all of us.

  I’m sure your mother and father are blaming themselves for coming here. I know my husband is hating himself for giving Jodie such a hard time over the Halloween story. Maybe poor little Dan is sobbing that it’s all his fault for being scared. I’m sure half the school are feeling bad because they made the poor girl’s life a misery. I’m sure Jed should feel bad, but I don’t have a clue what he’s thinking.

  ‘I know what I’m thinking though. I feel terrible because I should have guessed you girls were going up to the tower room, and I above all know how dangerous it is. But listen, Pearl, listen hard.

  Terrible things happen by chance. We don’t make them happen. The worst thing in the world has happened to you and you’ll never properly get over it and never stop missing Jodie – but don’t let it wreck your life the way mine is wrecked. You owe it to Jodie to live a life for her as well as for yourself.

  She’ll still be there with you, in your head. You know that, don’t you?’

  ‘I know she will.’

  ‘You’ll remember everything about her always.’

  ‘Yes, always.’

  ‘I know you must hate Melchester now – but perhaps you could write to me once or twice, just to let me know how you’re getting on?’

  ‘Yes, I will. I want to do that. I’m going to write and write, I promise.’

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  I’ve kept my promise. I write to Mrs Wilberforce every month and tell her what I’m doing. I write to Harley and Harriet too. I even write big illustrated story letters to Dan and Sakura and Zeph. I need to write to them so they all remember Jodie.

  Most importantly, I write to you, my special baby sister. I’ve written our whole story in this beautiful manuscript book from Mrs Wilberforce. I tore out the first few pages of my journal and started telling our story properly. It’s your story too, little May.

  It was such a shock when I found out about you.

  I was crying the night of the funeral, lying there in bed, desperate for Jodie herself to come sliding into my bed to comfort me. Mum and Dad came into my room after a while. They were in their night-clothes but hadn’t gone to bed themselves. None of us had slept much since Jodie’s fall.

  Mum sat on one side of my bed, Dad the other.

  They found my clenched fists in the dark and each held a hand. For a little while we all cried, and then Dad gently moppe
d my face with his big hankie.

  ‘There now, our Pearl,’ he murmured huskily.

  ‘Oh Dad, I can’t bear it,’ I sobbed. ‘I want Jodie so.’

  ‘I know, pet, I know.’

  ‘If only I hadn’t nagged her so,’ Mum whispered.

  ‘I just wanted her to do well, that’s all. I loved her dearly, even though I didn’t show it. Do you think she knew that, Pearl?’

  ‘Yes, Mum.’ I tried to think of something else to say to comfort her but I couldn’t find the right words. I was hurting too much.

  I buried my head in my pillow. ‘I want Jodie back,’ I said. ‘I want my sister.’

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  ‘She can’t come back to us, Pearl,’ said Dad, ‘but

  – but maybe this is the best time to tell you. You’re going to have another sister.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘Or a brother. Whatever. I’m going to have a baby,’

  Mum said, sniffing.

  ‘ You’re going to have a baby?’

  I could barely take it in. So it was Mum’s pregnancy test! Jodie and I had never suspected a thing.

  ‘I – I didn’t know you wanted another baby,’ I mumbled.

  ‘Well, it came as a surprise. It wasn’t planned at all. I thought I might lose the baby, what with the shock of our poor Jodie, but everything still seems OK,’ said Mum.

  I could feel the soft weight of her as she sat beside me. I could make out the shape of her rounded tummy in the gloom. You were inside there, curled up, tiny as a tadpole, swimming in the dark.

  ‘What do you think, Pearl?’ said Dad. ‘Are you pleased?’

  I didn’t know what I thought. I didn’t want a new baby sister then – I wanted my own big sister Jodie.

  She was all I could think of. Sometimes she’s all I can think of now, a year later.

  Melchester seems like a dark dream. I still have nightmares about it. I’m running down endless corridors after Jodie, in and out of attic rooms, up and up and up those spiral stairs, and there she is, at the window of the tower room. I run to her, screaming her name, but she’s falling before I can grab her, down and down and down. I fall after her but I always wake up before I hit the ground too.