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Oneday,she
vowed,oneday,
itwouldbehers
Toliveinthatspecialplacehad
beenherlifelongambition,but
would she fall at the final hurdle?
S
eethathouseupthere
onthemountain?It’s
goingtobemineone
day,’Mandysaidtoher
friendsJillandRosieas
thethreeofthemsaton
thewallat theedgeofthe
schoolplayground.
Theschoolwassurrounded
byhillsandonthehighest,
facingwest,stooda lilac
housein themidstof forestry.
Mandywouldoftengaze
upat it andwonderif it
wouldeverbepossible
to makea tripthere.
‘No,it’snot.It’sgoingto
bemine!’Anall-toofamiliar
andunwelcomevoice burst
in andMandy
lookedup
to seethe
freckledand
curlyhaired
AlanShort.
AlanShortenjoyed
baitingMandy,butwhat
hadsheeverdoneto him?
Anythingshesaid,hewould
contradict.Sometimesonthe
wayhomefromschoolhe’d
tryto tripheruporpullher
hair.Maybehewasjealous
becauseshewasat thetop
of theclassandhewas
sogeeky.Onedayhe’d
overheardhersayingshe’d
seena clumpof bluebells
growingonherwayto
schoolandwasgoingto pick
themforhermotheronthe
wayhomeandhe’ddelighted
in gettingtherefirst, waiting
for her, then waving the
bluebellstriumphantly.He
wasa nastypieceof work.
‘I saw it first,’Mandy
said.‘Go and find your
ownplace.’
‘No,it’sgoingto bemine,’
hesaid.‘I’vebeenthere.’
‘You’relying,’Mandysaid
astonished.‘It’stoofaraway.’
Hesmirked.‘I’mgoing
upthere,’hesaid as he
walkedaway.
‘Weshouldgoupthere,’
Mandysaidto RosieandJill.
‘Ourparentswould
neverletusgothat far,’
Jillprotested.
‘Theydon’thaveto know
about it. We’llmakean
expedition
of it.’
Mandy
lookedup
at thehouse
again.It was
a longwayaway,benignly
watchingovertheplayground,
thelilaccolourchanging
to a warmmauveasthe
suntravelledacrossthe
sky.Oneday,shevowed,
onedayit wouldbehers.
Shewasgoingto show
that AlanShort.
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‘Alan’sgoingonSaturday!’
Rosieannouncedassheset
herlunchtraydownonthe
tableandslippedintothe
seatnextto Mandy’s.
‘Goingwhere?’Mandy
sippedjuicefromhercarton.
‘Upto thelilachouse.I
overheard him, Mark and Ian
planningit. Theysaidthey’re
goingto staketheirclaim,to
leavesomesort of flag there.’
Mandyglancedacross
to theothersideof the
canteenwherethethree
boyssat,huddledtogether
likeconspirators.
‘Noway.We can’t let
themdoit.’
‘Whatcanwedoto stop
them?’Jillshrugged.
‘We’llget therefirst.’
Jilllookedworried,but
Rosiepunchedtheairwitha
‘Yay!’,andalthoughMandy
feltnervousaboutventuring
sofar,shecertainlywasn’t
goingto letAlanShortget
the betterof herthistime.
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OnSaturdaymorningthe
threeof themmetoutside
the villagepost office,all
withrucksacksontheir
backs.Mandyunfurledthe
flag she’dmade.‘Ha! Ha!
Ha! Got here first!’she’d
writtenonit, alongwith
theirnamesunderneath.
‘Whereareyougoingto
putthat?’Jilldemanded.
‘Somebodylivesthere.’
‘We’llfind a place,’Mandy
muttered,a little deflated.
‘Come on, let’s go.’
Theysetoffdowntheroad
thatledto thebridgeover
theriveroutof thevillage,
singingastheywent.The
sunwasalreadywarmand
it feltlikea greatadventure.
Aftera mile,theroadcurved
awayat thebaseof the
forestedmountaintaking
trafficinto the townseven
milesaway,anda narrow
laneveeredoffupthehill.
‘Look!’Rosiesuddenly
cried.Mandystoppedand
lookedbackto seeAlan,
MarkandIanrunningalong
theroadbehindthem.
‘They’veseenus!’
‘Quick,run!’Mandycried.
‘They’regoingto catchus
up.They’refasterthan us,’
Jillpointedout.
Mandybitherlipasshe
triedto thinkof whatto do.
Therewasnowayshewas
goingto letAlanShortbeat
her.‘We’llforgetthelane
andgothroughthetrees,’
shesaid.‘Followme.’
It wasthemostdirectroute
yet filledwith obstacles.
Mandyploughedon
regardless,trustingthegirls
were behind her, batting
The Lilac
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