![]() ![]() ‘Well, it’s where you’re holding a pen in your hand and then something – someone – takes possession of you and you just write stuff down without knowing what you’re doing.’ ‘Ella,’ she said finally, ‘have you heard of automatic writing?’ ‘What did you mean? Why did you write that?’ The bell went, but as it was home time and we didn’t have another class to go to we stayed in our seats. She was very slightly freaky – not enough to be alarming, just enough to be interestingly different. I guess this was why I liked being mates with her. If it was a joke, I was going to go along with it, although I had no idea what she was up to this time. Or was trying to pretend she’d just seen something amazing and frightening. She had a stunned expression, as if she’d just seen something amazing and frightening. Zara read what I’d written and just stared back at me, her eyes wide and startled. ![]() Then I wrote underneath, What are you on about? and pushed the note back towards her. ‘What?’ I screwed up my face and turned to stare at her. The thing was, this note wasn’t in Zara’s usual writing, all fancy with ballooning tops to the tall letters, but was written in a frail and spidery hand. Nothing new there we often spent the best part of our last period sending notes to each other. It was Friday and she and I were sitting at the back of class when she passed me a note. For the library service, and Yateley Library in particular, who always manage to find that elusive book ![]()
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