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The private diary of a hidden princess living a double life in a boring town can never fall into the wrong hands. So, when Princess Sabrina of the House of Valence loses her top-secret journal in class, she has no choice but to return after school hours to get it back and avoid an epic disaster. But is the most rotten school in the world haunted? According to local legend, the Ghost Girl of Mayesbrook Manor stalks the creaky corridors at night. And outside, a pack of fierce stray dogs make sure nobody feels welcome. Luckily, loyal friends Charlie, Awful Agatha and Liam join Sabrina on her terrifying mission. But when they all get trapped after dark by a mysterious security guard, it takes all their courage and ingenuity to outsmart their scary pursuers. Will they make it out alive?

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Publié par	Marshall Cavendish International
Date de parution	20 mai 2021
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9789815009156
Langue	English
Poids de l'ouvrage	1 Mo

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2021 Neil Humphreys and Marshall Cavendish International (Asia) Private Limited
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National Library Board, Singapore Cataloguing-in-Publication Data
Name(s): Humphreys, Neil.
Title: Trapped after dark / by N.J. Humphreys.
Other title(s): Princess incognito.
Description: Singapore : Marshall Cavendish Editions, [2020]
Identifier(s): OCN 1247707469 | e-ISBN: 978 981 5009 15 6
Subject(s): LCSH: Princess-Juvenile fiction. | Ghost stories.
Classification: DDC 823.92-dc23
Cover art and all illustrations by Cheng Puay Koon
For teachers,
The real super heroes.

THE LATEST ON ME AND MY BIG FAT LIE
Soppy children drive me crazy. They think that a princess
life is
so
cool. They don t have a clue. Being a princess is
a nightmare.
And I should know. I am a princess.
Well, I used to be a princess, until grown-ups started
acting like children. I used to be Princess Sabrina
Valence of Mulakating, daughter of King Halbutt and
Queen Beverly. Most people in the kingdom liked us at
first. We lived in a castle, shook hands and waved
at strangers.
But the people suddenly decided that they didn t like
our royal family anymore. They started a civil war and
tried to throw my parents in prison.
What s cool about a civil war? Absolutely nothing!
So Mummy and Daddy sent me away to a distant
country. They call it exile . I call it a pain in the backside .
I left a castle in the countryside for a council estate in
a rough neighbourhood. The streets are full of litter, the
houses are falling apart and people fart in public.
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PRINCESS INCOGNITO
Actually, that could just be my Uncle Ernie. He was
actually the Earl of Parslowe and a royal handyman
back at the Palace. He never actually repaired anything,
but he used to look after me, catch criminals and feed
the pigs at the Palace farm.
There was a rumour that he used to feed the criminals
to the pigs.
He doesn t do any of that anymore. We can t keep
pigs in a council house.
But he still looks after me, which is getting harder
for him as he s slowly turning into an old man with old-
man habits. Sometimes, he sits in front of the TV, pulling
white nostril hairs from his nose. Or he snoozes off in
the armchair, snoring at one end and making even ruder
noises at the other. He gets sick quite a bit, too, but I d
rather not think about that now.
Princesses are not allowed to cry (even though they
totally do in private).
But Uncle Ernie is the only family I have, which is
ridiculous really. He s not a member of the royal family
and we re not related. He s just my Uncle Ernie.
I also have an Awful Agatha. She s not handy either,
just a handful. She s in my class and the worst school
bully in the world s worst school.
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7
It s weird though. Agatha and I despised each other
until we realised that we shared a depressing, secret
similarity: we both had major problems with our families
that we will not discuss.
There are other things that we can t talk about
either, like our fighting skills. She likes to think that
she s still the toughest kid in school, even though
she wasn t trained in aikido and taekwondo like me.
But I can t talk about Uncle Ernie s amazing self-
defence classes.
Awful Agatha irritates everyone, especially the old
Cannibal. She s our headmistress. Her real name is Miss
Cannnington, but I think she s called the old Cannibal
because she d like to stick Awful Agatha s head in a
boiling pot.
Our class teacher is called Miss Shufflebottom. She s
kind, but a bit soft. She does have the best name though.
The other major problem I have is boys. Well, there
are just two boys really. Charlie was my first friend at
my new school. He s very, very smart and very, very
short. He knows I have some sort of celebrity secret,
but thinks I am a YouTube star, which is mad, right? He
loves detective maths puzzles almost as much as he likes
hanging out with me.
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PRINCESS INCOGNITO
The trouble is Liam likes to hang out with me, too. He s
captain of the school football team and he makes the
other girls laugh. Most of the time, he makes me want
to vomit. But sometimes, he makes me giggle, which is a
bit annoying. Obviously, I can t tell anyone about that so I
write it all down in here instead.
This is my journal, my secret diary of an 11-year-old
princess living a secret life. Every day is a big, fat lie.
So I tell the truth in this big, fat diary, just for me. To be
honest, my journal is the only thing that keeps me sane.
I d be lost without it. In fact, I d be in serious danger. The
true story of a hidden princess can never be told. That s
why this book will never, ever fall into the wrong hands,
right?
CHAPTER ONE
As soon as the words left her lips, I knew Miss Shufflebottom
had made a terrible mistake.
As it s a brand new term, I thought we d do a bit of Show
and Tell.
Almost everyone in the class groaned, which clearly took
Miss Shufflebottom by surprise. She stood at the front of the
class, looking prim and proper, with her hair tied in a ponytail,
very pleased with herself.
Our class teacher obviously thought that she d come up
with a brilliantly original idea, but she had a memory that was
shorter than Charlie. And he was short.
Not Show and Tell again, he grumbled.
He was sitting at the desk beside me, reading his latest
detective maths puzzle book. We did this last term, he
continued, adding a sigh for emphasis.
And the term before that, I said.
Show and Tell was Miss Shufflebottom s lame attempt
to welcome all of us back to school and get us talking
to each other. We had to pick an object from our school
bag or something that we really loved and discuss it with
the class.
Liam was already on his feet, waving his most precious
possession in the air.
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PRINCESS INCOGNITO
I ll go. I ll talk about my football and the hat-trick I scored
on Sunday, Miss, he said, really quickly, like he had wasps in
his underwear or something.
Miss Shufflebottom put her hands on her hips for dramatic
effect. She pushed out her bright, scarlet lips to look serious,
but it just made her look like a fish.
Miss? Miss Shufflebottom asked, still looking like a fish.
No miss, said Liam.
Miss what?
No, I never miss. I score every time, said Liam, raising his
football in the air and laughing at his feeble joke.
The other boys in the class chuckled because they thought
Liam was the greatest footballer in the school. Most of the
girls giggled and blushed because they thought Liam was the
most handsome boy in the school.
Awful Agatha growled because she wanted to stick Liam s
head down the toilet.
It was nothing personal. Awful Agatha wanted to stick
most boys heads down the toilet. She actually liked Liam, sort
of. He had helped her in the past, which forced her to tolerate
his endless boasting.
Sit down, Weasel Face, she said.
Liam didn t resemble a weasel. He had a sharp chin and
high cheekbones. His hair was cut into that trendy style,
which was shaved around his ears and floppy on top.
Oi, Agatha, I don t look like a weasel, said Liam.
Yeah? Tell that to your face.
Awful Agatha nudged me in the ribs. She was sitting at
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11
the desk on my left. Her green blazer was a little smelly, to
be honest. But we never talked about that sort of stuff. Just
as we don t mention the fact that her hair was never cut at
a hairdresser s and her teeth were starting to turn yellow. I
didn t have to read one of Charlie s detective maths puzzles
to work out the reasons why.
Awful Agatha knew what she didn t have. So she focused
on what she did have: A. Really. Big. Mouth.
Did you hear what I said, Sabzy? I called him a Weasel
Face because he s got a face like a weasel. Good one, right?
Awful Agatha was always looking for praise from me. She
didn t get much anywhere else.
Yeah, all right, let s listen to his football talk and then it ll
be over, I said.
Awful Agatha s blazing eyes suggested that she wasn t
quite ready to settle down. She still fancied herself as a major
bully, but she didn t bully me anymore. I was trained in aikido
and taekwondo and she wasn t. She had her reputation as
the school s top bully to protect. But I wasn t interested in
reputations. I needed to be invisible. So we both pretended
that she was still tougher than me when we both knew that
she definitely wasn t.
Yeah, go on then, Weasel Face, she shouted. Tell us about
your stupid football for the m