All That Glitters Read Free

theirs. Until, page by page, line by line, you disappear completely.
    So until today – until my new beginning – that’s exactly what I’ve done.
    Because I thought maybe if I could just bury myself deep enough, for long enough, I could shut the world out and myself out with it.
    And then I wouldn’t have to think about how the last time I saw Nick is the last time I’ll see him, and the last time I kissed him is the last time I’ll kiss him. About how life keeps going on as it always has.
    Or how my heart can beat 100,000 times a day.
    Even when it’s broken.

nfortunately, vanishing has its side effects.
    And – as I quietly turn on to the path leading back up to my house – I can see two of them: standing on my front door step.
    Without a sound, I quickly dive into a nearby bush.
    Maybe there are advantages to walking around in your bare socks after all.
    “Are you sure ?” Nat is saying, shifting from one foot to the other. Her dark hair is curly, and hanging down her back like well-behaved snakes. “You’re certain Harriet’s not here?”
    “I’m definite,” Annabel confirms gently. “Unless she’s scaled the outside wall and re-entered through her bedroom window, but given Harriet’s inherent fear of PE it seems unlikely.”
    That’s putting it mildly. Frankly, there’s more chance of me growing wings and flying back in.
    “It’s actually easier than it looks,” Toby says cheerfully.
    Even from a few metres behind I can read the orange letters on the back of his T-shirt: VOTED MOST LIKELY TO TRAVEL BACK IN TIME, CLASS OF 2057.
    “If you take the first flowerpot on the left there’s a little toe-hole in the wall just above it, and then you can use the ivy trellis as leverage the rest of the way.” He pauses. “You should probably reassess your exterior plant framework, Mrs Manners. It’s not very security-conscious.”
    The corner of Annabel’s mouth twitches. “Oh, I’d imagine we will now.”
    “If you want, next time I’m up there I’ll stick a little warning note on the outside of the window telling all other stalkers to go away.”
    My stepmother laughs because she obviously assumes that Toby is joking.
    I, however, know better.
    I am literally never opening my bedroom curtains again.
    “ Focus , Pilgrim,” Nat says crossly, leaning to the side and poking his arm. “What kind of rubbish stalker are you, anyway? You don’t even know where Harriet is .”
    “In fairness, my concentration has been a little distracted with an exorbitant level of homework, and also the TARDIS I’ve been building in my garden.”
    Toby holds out bright blue fingers as evidence.
    Nat stares at him for a few seconds in disgust. “What is your problem?”
    “I’m glad you asked,” Toby says happily. “I’m struggling to make it look as if it has truly travelled through time and space. Any suggestions?”
    There’s a silence, then my best friend sighs and turns back to Annabel. “I haven’t seen or heard from Harriet all weekend . She’s not picking up calls, she’s not answering texts and she didn’t remind me seven times about the parrot documentary on telly. I really need to talk to her.”
    “She’s just jet-lagged, sweetheart. It takes a little while to settle back into a new time zone, that’s all.”
    “And you don’t know where I can find her?”
    There’s a tiny pause. “I don’t, I’m sorry.”
    “Right.” Nat’s shoulders slump slightly. “Well.” She looks sharply up at my bedroom window, and then kicks the front doorstep a couple of times. We’ve been home six days and my best friend is not an idiot: we’re five hours ahead of New York, not in a different solar system. “I have to go to college. Will you tell her I called again?”
    “Of course.” Annabel nods and looks at Toby. “And I’ll tell her you popped by too.”
    “You don’t need to,” he says proudly. “She’ll know. I’ve left one of my new calling cards.” He points to the wall and