Lily Alone (28 page)

I hated her, I hated her, I hated her. The bell went off for morning school, clanging right through my head. I made a bolt down the hall, but Mrs Symes opened her door and spotted me.

‘Lily Green! Where do you think you're going?'

‘To my classroom, Mrs Symes, because the bell went,' I said.

‘Oh. Well, walk, don't run,' said Mrs Symes.

‘Bye, Lily. I'll come and meet you this afternoon,' Stevie called.

She was acting like my jailer, determined to stop me going off to see the kids.

I stomped down the corridor, children staring at my jeans and starry T-shirt.

‘What are you wearing them for?' someone asked.

‘Because I want to, that's why,' I said.

It seemed so strange going into my own classroom. It felt as if I'd been away for years. The class fell silent at the sight of me. Mr Abbott stood up. His Adam's apple wobbled as he swallowed.

‘Hello, Lily,' he said softly.

I stared him straight in the eyes. I saw them flicker. It was enough. He was the one who'd betrayed us. I stalked straight past him to my desk and sat down. Mr Abbott watched me, but didn't make me speak to him. He told everyone to get out their books for a maths lesson. I got out my book too but I didn't attempt any of the sums. I drew in the margin – four small stick people and one bigger one.

Then it was Literacy and we had to do work on
The Secret Garden
. This was a book I loved, although most of our class hated it because it was written in a hard way, especially the Yorkshire bits. Mr Abbott kept asking questions, glancing at me now and then, because he knew I'd have an answer – but I didn't put my hand up once.

The bell rang for playtime and everyone started shoving their books away.

‘All right, off you go. Have a good run around and wake yourselves up.' He paused. ‘Lily, could I have a word?'

The other kids nudged each other, eyes gleaming, because it looked as if I was for it. I strolled to the front of the class, humming, acting like I couldn't care less.

‘Just a minute, Lily,' said Mr Abbott, waiting until the last child was out of the room. Then he turned to me. ‘How
are
you?'

I stared at him.

‘How do you
think
I am?' I hissed. I didn't care that he was my teacher and I might get into trouble for talking like that. He was my favourite teacher in all the world and that made it worse.

‘What happened, Lily? Tell me.'

‘We've been taken into care, me and my brother and sisters, and my mum might go to prison, and it's all your fault,' I said.

Mr Abbott's head jerked as if I'd slapped him.

‘You came round again, didn't you?'

‘Yes I did. I was very worried about you. And then I saw your letter—'

‘Which said we were all going on holiday.'

‘Yes, but did you really expect me to believe that? Come on, Lily. I was pretty sure you children were on your own. I had to tell someone. Anything could have happened to you. Where did you go? How did you manage? I've been worried sick about you.'

‘If you hadn't come round poking your nose in we'd have been
fine
, absolutely fine. We had to run away after you'd come round. We went to the park and my sister Bliss got hurt, and she's in hospital now, and I can't bear her being there all alone without us. Mum came back, I knew she would, but now the police have got her and I'm stuck in this children's home and it's awful, awful, awful—' I was sobbing, unable to stop.

‘Oh, Lily. Don't cry. I feel so dreadful. I want to give you a great big hug but teachers aren't allowed to do that.'

‘I want to give you a great big
punch
but children aren't allowed to do that,' I cried.

‘I want to punch me too for upsetting you. I wish I
hadn't
interfered – but I felt it was my duty. That sounds so pompous, I'm so sorry. How is Bliss? Is she badly hurt?'

‘She fell out of a tree and hurt her head and I think her leg's all broken. I'm so worried about her.'

‘Well, tell you what, I'll talk to whoever runs this children's home and see if I can get permission to take you to the hospital to visit her.'

‘And my other sister and brother? They've been fostered. Will you take me to see them too?'

‘Yes, of course I will, if they'll let me. Lily, I'm so, so sorry.' He looked as if he really meant it. His eyes were watery, almost as if he was going to cry. He was acting like he really cared for me.

‘I know you didn't mean it to work out like this, Mr Abbott,' I said. ‘And I was ever so pleased you bought me the angel postcards. I've still got them safe.'

‘Maybe I can take you to see the real paintings one day.'

‘I pretended we did that,' I said shyly. ‘I really, really wanted to see those paintings.'

‘You're such a special girl, Lily.'

I stiffened. ‘You mean like special needs?'

‘No! I mean you're a girl with special, remarkable qualities.'

‘No, I'm not. I'm not clever. I'm rubbish at maths and that. And I'm from a problem family.'

‘Who said that?'

‘Mrs Symes.'

‘What? To you?'

‘No, to this careworker, Stevie, but I heard it.'

‘Oh dear. Well, I think Mrs Symes is mistaken, though don't quote me on that. You seem a lovely family, you and your sisters and brother. You were all getting along splendidly when I came round to your house. You're so good with the children, Lily. You're going to be a lovely mother one day.'

‘My mum's a lovely mother, Mr Abbott.'

He nodded but he didn't look convinced.

‘I was lying that night, saying she'd gone to the shops.'

‘Yes, but I understand why you were telling fibs.'

‘She did go off, but I swear she didn't mean us to be stuck on our own. Mr Abbott, what will happen to my mum?'

Mr Abbott hesitated. ‘I'm not sure, Lily.'

‘Will she go to prison?'

‘I don't really know. I wouldn't
think
so.'

‘So will we be able to go back to our flat, all of us together?'

‘I hope so. I'm going to try hard to make that happen.'

‘Mr Abbott, I really miss my mum.'

‘I know you do. I'm sure you'll be able to see her soon, Lily,' he said, and he gently patted my shoulder.

He was right. I was having spaghetti for tea with all the boys and Sharon when there was a ring on the doorbell. Stevie went to see who it was and came back smiling.

‘Someone for you, Lily,' she said.

I went flying to the door and there was Mum, looking wonderful in her new silky dress, her hair loose and lovely on her shoulders, honey brown all over.

‘Hello, gorgeous,' she said, holding out her arms.

I flung myself at her.

‘Hey, gently! I'm wearing my daft heels – you'll have me over, you silly sausage. Pleased to see your old mum, eh?'

‘Oh, Mum, have you come to take me home?'

‘Well, not just yet. I've packed you up a little carrier of your clothes here – your school uniform and your jacket and that. What were you
doing
in it – it looked like you were all mud wrestling!'

Duncan and Ian came out into the hall and stared at us.

‘Is that your mum?' Duncan said.

‘Yes. See! I
told
you she'd come,' I said.

‘She's pretty,' said Ian.

‘Yeah, that's me, very pretty. And I must say, you're a handsome little chap,' said Mum, tossing her hair and smiling at him – even though Ian was seven, and had knock knees and a runny nose.

‘Do you think I'm handsome too?' Duncan said.

‘Yes, you're positively gorgeous. Lily, any chance you and me could go off for a little stroll and have a proper chat?'

‘No chance, I'm afraid,' said Stevie, coming into the hall too. ‘But you could go up to Lily's room if you like. I'll make sure the other kids leave you in peace. And then you and I must have a little chat too, Ms Green. I'm sure you know you're supposed to have a proper supervised visit at an arranged time. Still, I know how much this means to both of you so I'll turn a blind eye this time.'

‘Oh, thank you ever so much,' said Mum, with exaggerated politeness. She raised her eyebrows at me as we went upstairs. ‘My God, I have to get permission and jump through all sorts of hoops just to see my own daughter! What an old bossy-boots. And what does she
look
like?'

‘Stevie's OK, Mum.'

‘Stevie!' Mum snorted. She sniffed at my room too. ‘It's like a little rabbit hutch – and where did they get that awful duvet from, a pound shop? Honestly, they think this rubbish place is better than your own room at home?'

I didn't have my own room at home, I didn't even have a proper bed – I shared a mattress with the twins – but I wasn't going to point this out. I sat down on Spider-Man and Mum sat down beside me, her arm round me.

‘Don't you worry, pet. I'll get you out of here. You trust your old mum. We'll be back home quick as a wink.'

‘With Bliss and Baxter and Pixie?'

‘Of course, all of us.'

‘Oh, Mum, I'm so worried about Bliss. She'll be so scared all by herself in hospital.'

‘She's fine, lovey, truly, sitting up and playing, though obviously she can't move about much because of her leg. This lady was helping her make a new head for Headless, stuffing an old sock. It looked a bit of a fright, but Bliss seemed happy enough. And look, she made you this.' Mum fumbled in her bag and brought out a Get Well card carefully coloured in, with a big
LILY
printed at the top in purple crayon, and a wobbly row of kisses.

‘But I'm not the one who needs to get well, it's Bliss.'

‘Yes, she got the wrong end of the stick, bless her, but I didn't like to point it out. She said to tell you she's sorry she fell out the tree.'

‘Oh, poor Bliss. I so want to see her. Mr Abbott said he might take me to see her.'

‘That interfering old git?
I'll
take you. We'll fix it up with Bossy-Boots with the bad haircut. Maybe I'll get Simon to run us up to the hospital – you have to wait ages for the bus.'

‘Simon?'

‘That policeman with the fair hair, you know, he came to the hospital yesterday.'

‘You have to have a police escort?'

‘No, you noodle. He'll take me as a friend. He was so sweet to me yesterday. I cried all over him and he was lovely about it.'

‘So they've let you go?'

‘Well, they've charged me, on two counts. Simon reckons I won't be able to talk myself out of the credit card fraud, especially as I've got previous, but it was only a few hundred, after all. If I'm lucky the magistrates will just give me community service, probably eighty hours, so that's a bit of a laugh – though God help me if I have to wear them orange overalls. It's going to be a bit of a long-haul struggle with the child neglect charge. All these know-it-alls will be making reports and filling up their registers and acting like bleeding school teachers – when it was a simple
mistake
, Mikey was coming, it was all fixed, sort of.'

‘I'll tell them it was all my fault, Mum,' I said.

‘No, it wasn't your fault, darling. You've been wonderful by all accounts, a proper little mother to the kids.'

‘No I wasn't. I couldn't look after them properly. Bliss fell out the tree – that was my fault, I wasn't watching them.'

‘For heaven's sake, you can't keep your eye on kids all the time. And she's doing fine. She'll have a little scar on her forehead but she can always grow a fringe – and her leg's setting nicely. She'll be out of hospital in no time. They won't let her home with me just yet, but there's talk of her going to that foster home with Baxter and my little Pixie, so they can all be together.'

‘They wouldn't let me stay there.'

‘Yes, but you're a grown-up girl, babe. You have to be brave and hang out here on your ownio, just for a little while, and then we'll all be back together.'

‘You really promise?'

‘Well, Simon says – that sounds funny, doesn't it, like that party game! Anyway, Simon says it's a ninety-nine-per-cent certainty, and you can't get better than that, can you?'

‘I'd sooner it was a hundred per cent. This Simon – you're not getting off with him, are you?'

‘Don't be so daft! Imagine having a copper for a boyfriend! Still, he is quite sweet – and I think he said something about his marriage breaking up. He earns a good wage – and he'd be a very good influence on Baxter. Your face, Lily! I'm just kidding. He was just helping me out because he felt sorry for me. Now, I've got to struggle round with another bag of clothes for Baxter and Pixie so I'd better get a move on or it'll be their bedtime, and I need to see my little man and my baby. Oh, Lily, I miss you kids so much. I'm never ever going to leave you again, not even for a night. Now, give us a kiss goodbye, there's a good girl. I'll come back as soon as I can, I promise.'

I stayed in my room after Mum went. I tried to stop myself crying by playing my Lily Alone game – but it was pointless. I didn't want to live all alone in my big white dream house any more. I tore all the used pages out of my drawing book. Then I started on a new drawing of our living room at home. I drew Mum on the sofa, with me next to her, Pixie on my lap. Baxter was curled up next to Mum and Bliss was cuddled up to me, her poorly leg propped up.