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THE FRIENDSHIP TRAP ... Book ONE
When the BoobRats are hot, they’re really hot! And they’re pumping today! Out in the playground, bumcheeks bouncing, they mince along, with Kellie Francisco leading the pack – as always. She’s the hottest chick in the BoobRat pack. All the others ape her style. She’s tied the ends of her regulation school shirt into a knot so that ten centimetres of brown belly show between the shirt and her pants. And those pants! Some kind of leggings or trakkie daks, I think. You know the kind, made from some stretchy stuff. But they aren’t part of any uniform I’ve ever seen in the catalogue. If they were any tighter, they’d have split right up her bum as soon as she sat down in the school bus this morning. BOOK TWO – RECIPE FOR TROUBLE
I wake to the smell of ginger and garlic and the sizzle of oil. Mmm …breakfast. I turn my head towards the kitchen sounds. Oww! Ohhh! My head. I try to sit up, to put my head in my hands. No go.
And my bed seems to be rocking up and back, up and back, making me feel dizzy and sick.
Where am I? And how did I get here? My head starts throbbing and my eyes ache, so I close them against the bright sunlight creeping through a crack in the timber wall.
I hear the sound of bare feet slapping on the timber floor. Then a shadow stands over me. It’s a woman, with an oversized T-shirt over her rolled up pants. She smiles at me, showing big gaps in her teeth.
‘You wan’ blekfas?’ she asks.
BOOK THREE – GAMES OVER Who was I kidding? I flung myself onto the bed and before I knew it I was chasing zeds. But wait up! I could hear the heavy tread of many feet in the hall. The door to my room slammed back against the wall and my eyes jerked open. What seemed like hundreds of hooves clattered over the boards as I sat up, stunned by the noise, while the heat of the combined breath of a pack of wild zebra made the room into a sweatbox. Cool! This was the coolest! Uncle Merv’s pets were zebra. I got up and headed for the shed out the back. I could hear their clattering hooves behind me. I’d need to feed them and get them some water. This was going to be a nightmare, I suddenly thought. How was I going to keep them safe? How could I keep them healthy? And who would watch them while I was at school? I panicked,: something was licking me. I woke ... and smiled as a small dog jumped
onto the bed and licked me – so you must be Dotti?
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