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When Annie moves from London to a small American town in the Mid-West, she struggles to fit in. She gets off to a bad start when she makes an enemy of her school's queen bee, Kelsey. But she discovers a new passion - the exciting sport of roller derby - and makes friends with the cool and quirky girls on her team, the Liberty Belles. She also meets Jesse, the friendly boy who works at the roller rink, and Tyler, a cute all-American sports star.

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Publié par	Capstone Global Library
Date de parution	18 juillet 2013
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781782020363
Langue	English

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First published in 2013 by Curious Fox, an imprint of Capstone Global Library Limited, 7 Pilgrim Street, London, EC4V 6LB Registered company number: 6695582
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Text © Hothouse Fiction Ltd 2013
Series created by Hothouse Fiction www.hothousefiction.com
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Cover designed by Jo Hinton-Malivoire, original concept by www.spikyshooz.com
All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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With special thanks to Alexandra Diaz
Thanks to the Santa Fe Disco Brawlers
Chapter One
A doorbell ringing in the middle of the night usually meant bad news. Annie Turner squinted at the unfamiliar clock. 11.46. Something had to be wrong. There was something definitely wrong. She looked at the clock again. 11.46 A.M.
Then it all came back to her: the long and delayed flight from Heathrow to O’Hare, then the wrong turn her “I know the way” dad took that put them in Indiana. It wasn’t until four in the morning that they had arrived at their real destination: Liberty Heights, Illinois. By that point, Annie couldn’t do the maths to work out what time it was in London.
Ding-dong. The doorbell. Again. She tumbled out of bed and went in search of the front door.
Dad, with his brown hair sticking up to one side, met her in the hall. He looked as disorientated as she felt.
He pointed to the front door and opened it with a flourish. The brilliant sunlight burst into Granny and Grandpa’s old house. Dad cowered and said in his Transylvanian vampire accent, “Argh, eet burns!”
Annie would have rolled her eyes at him if she wasn’t squinting and holding her own hand out in front of her. It took several seconds to realize someone was standing outside. Two someones.
A petite woman with perfectly cropped blonde hair wearing a pressed light-blue shirt and white linen trousers. Next to her was a tall girl around Annie’s age with wild brown ringlets that matched her skin. She sported a cool 1950s orange bowling shirt and real tattered jeans, not the kind bought that way. The two didn’t look like they belonged in the same universe, let alone on the same doorstep. Only their hazel eyes were the same.
Oh, no. People . Annie should have remembered doorbells were usually rung by people and at least put on a dressing gown. Instead she stood there in her faded Winnie-the-Pooh nightie – the one that should have gone to the charity shop years ago but was so comfy she couldn’t part with it.
The girl’s wearing cool vintage clothes and I’m in Pooh. She must think I’m four instead of fourteen , Annie thought.
“Hi!” said the woman in a chipper voice. “I’m Marilyn Jones and this is my daughter Lexie. Welcome to the neighbourhood.”
“Thanks. I’m David, and that’s Annie.” Dad introduced them, yawning.
Mrs Jones smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. “I work for the real estate agency and I have the keys of that diner down on Main Street you’re renting.”
Dad perked up immediately as he took the keys from her hand. “Old Al’s. I’m turning it into a café.”
“What a wonderful idea. Al’s has been empty for so long – we were delighted to find a tenant.” The woman thrust a basket into Annie’s arms. “We brought these as a little welcome to Liberty Heights. They’re blueberry muffins.”
“Annie’s favourite, huh, Beanie?” Dad said. Annie wanted to pull her Winnie-the-Pooh nightie over her head and disappear. Did Dad have to call her that in front of the new neighbours? Ever since she grew about a foot last year, and became too tall for gymnastics, Dad had been teasing her with a new nickname, String Bean.
“Thanks,” Annie said to Mrs Jones. She’d deal with Dad later. “That’s lovely.”
Mrs Jones clapped her hands in glee. “Ooh, Lexie, did you hear her accent? Lovely . Isn’t it the cutest?”
“Mo-om,” Lexie said under her breath. She gave Annie an apologetic look, which Annie greatly appreciated. She liked Lexie already.
Mrs Jones turned to Dad. “But you don’t seem to have much of a British accent.”
“Wha-aat?” Dad looked at her in shock.
No, Dad. Please don’t do your cockney accent. It’s horrid , Annie pleaded silently.
But there went Dad with his ridiculous cockney accent.
“’Ave oi los’ me accent, ’ave oi?” He sounded like Dick Van Dyke in Mary Poppins .
Annie covered her eyes with her hand, though the sun wasn’t to blame this time.
Seeing that he’d embarrassed his daughter enough, Dad put his arm around her and returned to his normal voice. “I grew up here, in this very house.” He nodded at the faded, floral wallpaper. “Still looks pretty much the same, in fact. I met Annie’s mom in London when I was a student.”
Mrs Jones peered over their shoulders. “Is she awake? I’d love to meet her.”
Annie and her dad looked at each other. Right now Mum was probably at work at her law firm, even though it was Saturday. Without Annie and Dad living there any more, Mum might never come home from work. A knot tightened in Annie’s stomach.
Dad squeezed Annie’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. “Philippa is staying in London.”
Mrs Jones’s eyes widened as she understood what Dad was saying. “Oh, I’m sorry. Well, if you need anything, anything , you just let us know, OK?”
Dad assured her they would as Lexie grabbed her mother by the elbow. “We should go. They need to unpack and stuff.”
They all waved goodbye. Lexie mouthed, Sorry . Annie grinned in return. Definite friend potential.
Dad closed the door before wrapping Annie in a hug and kissing her forehead. Annie pressed her head into his chest.
“I’m glad you’re here with me,” Dad said.
“Me too,” Annie said and squeezed him tighter. Dad had always been the one there for her while Mum worked as a lawyer; Annie couldn’t imagine living without him. On the other hand, it was going to be weird living without Mum. It had been the hardest decision she’d ever had to make.
Dad must have known what she was thinking.
“We’ll call your mom in a bit. Tell her we’re here and all. But first,” he dangled the keys Mrs Jones had brought, “let’s check out Rosie Lee’s.”
“Yes!” Annie said. It had been her idea to call the café Rosie Lee’s, which was cockney rhyming slang for tea. A reminder of home so far away. “But I want to shower and get dressed first.”
Dad rolled his eyes and gave an exasperated sigh. “Girls. Always want to look their best.”
Annie mimicked him. “Dads. Always in a hurry.”
She ran a hand through her brown hair slowly and examined her fingernails for a few seconds while Dad tapped his foot impatiently. With a laugh, she dropped the act and sprinted to the shower. She was as eager to see the new café as he was.
For years Dad had impressed family and friends with his cooking and baking. He never followed a cookery book and yet he always seemed to know just how much to use and what flavours went together. When he’d seen on the internet that his old hangout, Al’s, was up for rent, he’d decided it was finally time to put his kitchen skills to use.
“Growing up, Al’s was the bomb,” Dad said as they walked down to the café eating Mrs Jones’s muffins. “Used to go there after basketball games for burgers and milkshakes. Even kissed a girl or two in the corner booth. No wait, that only happened to the other guys.”
Annie listened to his stories as she checked out the small city. There was so much space! Every house they passed was detached and had a large front and back garden. Still, kids played on the quiet streets, moving out of the way when an occasional car drove along. Main Street, just a few blocks from her grandparents’ house, with its rows of shops, had more traffic, but mostly just people looking for a place to park.
Outside the diner formerly known as Al’s, Dad took a deep breath. “Wow, it’s exactly how I remember.”
Glass lined the whole front of the diner and a black and white canopy offered shade over the pavement in front of it. It looked cool and inviting. On nice days like today, Annie could imagine people sitting at tables enjoying a cream tea with scones and strawberry jam.
“Here, you do the honours.” Dad handed Annie the keys. She drew out the moment, building the suspense, before finally turning the lock to the soon-to-be Rosie Lee’s.
The sight inside was enough to make Annie wish they could run back to London. The photos they had seen online hadn’t been taken recently. At least three different bug species scurried across the floor as Dad and Annie took tentative steps. Mouse droppings covered the greasy counters. The booths were gone (probably a good thing or they’d be mouse mansions) and the floor looked raw and naked. Dust, dirt, and grime covered everything. The glass display case housed so much mould it looked like it had been taken over by a furry green monster.
Scenes from the play, Little Shop of Horrors , ran through Annie’s head. If they were eaten alive by mould or insects, how long would it take for someone to discover their remains?
Dad ran a hand through his brown hair, making it stand straight up like it had this morning. “Let’s not tell your mom how bad it is. I don’t want to hear her say, ‘I told you so.’”
That was exactly what Mum would say. When Mum had found out he wanted to open a café, she’d said food businesses were a waste of money. Annie didn’t know if Dad was finally following his dreams or rebelling against Mum when he decided to rent his old hangout sight unseen. Either way, Annie couldn’t bear to see her dad fail. He was a fabulous baker and if Mrs Jones’s gooey and