Jellicoe Road Read Free Page B

the pages. “Do you want to read it?” she asks quietly.
    “I don’t have time.”
    “You’ve wanted to read it for ages, so is it okay to ask why not, now that I’m offering?”
    “That’s new,” I say to her.
    “What’s new?”
    “You asking me a question.”
    She doesn’t respond.
    “You never ask me anything,” I accuse.
    “Well, what would you like me to ask you today, Taylor?”
    I stare and as usual I hate her for not working out what I need from her.
    “Do you want me to ask where you’ve been all night? Or do you want me to ask why you always have to be so difficult?”
    “I’d prefer that you asked me something more important than that, Hannah!”
    Like how am I supposed to lead a community? Iwant to say. Or what’s going to happen to me this time next year? Am I just going to disappear like our insignificant leaders did last night? And where do I disappear to?
    “Ask me what the Hermit whispered in my ear that day.”
    I can tell that she’s stunned, her hazel eyes wide with the impact of my request. She takes a moment or two, like she needs to catch her breath.
    “Sit down,” she says quietly.
    I shake my head and hold up the list she gave me. “Sorry, no time. I’ve got fragile kids to look after.”
     
    When I get back, classes have just finished and everyone’s making their way back into their Houses. Jessa McKenzie is sitting on the verandah steps. Despite her being in year seven and in Hastings House, somewhere in my worst nightmare she’s become surgically attached to me and nothing , not anger, not insults, not the direst cruelty can dislodge her.
    “Don’t follow me. I’m busy.” I keep walking. No eye contact because that will encourage her. That someone can want something out of another person who gives absolutely nothing in return astounds me.I want to say to this kid, “Get out of my life, you little retard.” Come to think of it, I have actually said that and back she comes the next day like some crazed masochistic yo-yo.
    “They reckon the Cadets are arriving any minute and that this time they mean business.” Jessa McKenzie always speaks in a breathless voice, like she hasn’t stopped speaking long enough to take a breath her entire life.
    “I think they meant business last year when they threw every bike in the school over the cliff.”
    “I know you’re worried as well. I can tell you are,” she says softly.
    My teeth are gritted now. I’m trying not to but they grit all the same.
    I get to the front door, dying for an opportunity to shut it in her face, but Jessa McKenzie still follows, like those tenacious fox terriers that grab hold of the bottom of your pants and tug.
    “The kids in my old dorm are scared, you know,” she explains. “The year sevens?” As if I’ve asked a question. “It’s because the older kids are going on about the Cadets coming and how bad it is. I think you should speak to them, Taylor. Now that you’releader”—she leans forward and whispers—“of the Underground Community.”
    My hand is on the door, almost there, almost …but then I stop because something lodges itself in my brain like a bullet.
    “What do you mean ‘in my old dorm’?”
    She’s beaming. Freckles glowing.
    I look at the transfer paper in my hands and then back at her. I open it slowly, knowing exactly whose name I’m about to see there, transferred to Lachlan House. My House.
    “You have no idea how much I can help,” she says. “Raffaela thinks I’ll be better off in the senior rooms than the dorms.”
    “What would Raffaela know?”
    “She reckons she can work out where the tunnel is,” I hear Raffaela say behind me.
    “My father used to say…”
    But I’m not listening to what Jessa McKenzie’s father used to say. I’m sandwiched between my two worst nightmares.
    “Congratulations,” Raffaela says, “although I think Richard and the others are already organising a coup.” Raffaela always has this weight-of-the-world,