Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her last few pennies and added them to the meager pile. Next to her, a tattered knapsack rested on a grubby sleeping bag.Īs Rowan drew near she paused by the girl's open guitar case, lying on the pavement. Her straggly white-blond hair was in need of a wash. She sat cross-legged in the doorway of an empty shop two down from the sweet shop, leaning back against the door as her fingers swept over the guitar strings. Then she saw the girl-the player of the guitar. Tucking one of the chocolate bars into her bag, she held on to the other and began to walk. She wondered if he had walked to the bus stop without her for some reason. When she came out most of the crowd had gone, and the melody of someone playing a guitar had begun nearby.įabian was still nowhere to be seen. Jingling some loose change left over from her lunch money, she went in and bought two bars of chocolate. There was no sign of Fabian's fair head in the crowd, and so, impatiently, she headed over to the shop opposite the gate.
Rowan Fox hovered by the school gate, scanning the yard as pupils spilled out, jostling in their eagerness to begin the summer holiday.
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