its breath. Its slavering jaws gaped to engulf her. âRoom for one inside.â The voice was Garyâs.
Fliss woke, damp and shaking. It was a long time before she slept again.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TUESDAY MORNING. FOR the first time ever, Fliss didnât want to meet Lisa at the end of the road for the walk to school. She dawdled so long over breakfast that her mother started giving her funny looks. âFliss,â she said. âAre you feeling all right?â
âIâm fine, Mum.â Pushing Coco Pops round her bowl.
âThen eat your breakfast, dear. Itâs almost twenty to nine. Lisa will go without you.â
Thatâs the general idea, she thought, but didnât say. Her mother dropped toast on her plate. Fliss pushed aside the unfinished cereal and began to butter a slice as carefully as if she were painting a masterpiece. Hermother sighed, cleared Dadâs place and ran water into the sink.
Fliss knew her tactic had failed the moment she turned out of the driveway. The end of the road was about a hundred metres away and Lisa was there, waiting. It was almost ten to nine, for Peteâs sake. Theyâd practically have to run to reach school on time, yet there she was. Fliss thought of ducking back into the driveway but if she did sheâd certainly be late for school, and anyway Lisa had probably spotted her. With a grimace of resignation she walked towards the girl sheâd regarded till lately as her best friend.
âHi, Fliss. Why dâyou leave in such a rush last night?â Lisa sounded genuinely concerned.
Fliss gazed at her. âAre you kidding? After the way you all ignored me and mocked me and then came at me as though you meant to trample me into the floor? Youâd have left in a rush too. Anyone would.â
âWould I heck!â Lisaâs tone was scornful. âIt was a bit of fun, thatâs all.â
âWell, it wasnât fun for me, Lisa. It scared me, the way the four of you moved in that thing as thoughââ
âAs though weâd been doing it all our lives,â finished Lisa. âThatâs what you were going to say, isnât it?â
Fliss nodded. âSomething like that, yes.â
âAnd thatâs exactly how it felt, Fliss.â Lisaâs eyesshone. âWe couldnât put a foot wrong, any of us. I mean, youâd thinkâ I expected weâd stumble and fumble around, you know? Knock things over, step on our own tail, fall down. Three of us couldnât even see, and yet we ended up running, Fliss. Running like one creature, not four. I canât describe the feeling except to say it was awesome. Sincerely awesome.â
âYes, well, like I said, it was no fun for me.â
Lisa laughed. âYou shouldnât have joined if you canât take a joke, Fliss. And anyway, youâll get the last laugh, wonât you?â
âHow dâyou mean?â
âYouâre Ceridwen, arenât you? Heroine-Saint of Elsworth? You get to vanquish the worm, remember?â
âOh, yes. I see what you mean, but I still donât like the way you ganged up with the others against me last night, Lisa. Youâre supposed to be my friend.â
Lisa sighed. âI am your friend, Fliss. Same as always, only youâre not in the worm, see? You donât know what itâs like âcause youâre not part of it, and thatâs bound to make a difference, right?â
Fliss shook her head. âI donât see why. Itâs only a play when allâs said and done.â
âAh, but is it?â
âWhat dâyou mean? Of course it is.â
âI dunno â maybe it is, maybe it isnât. Inside that worm last night it felt like something bigger, Fliss. Much bigger.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about, Lisa. Youâve been talking crazy-talk ever since this play thing started and I wish you wouldnât. It scares