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Bully for you!
Bully for you!
Bully for you!
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Bully for you!

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If you add a little alien magic, this is the story of what can happen when bullying gets out of control.
Meet Kit Marsh, age 10, and his complicated life.

Kit is fat as sausages, with electric hair and a habit of talking before thinking - and a massive problem called Big Trev.
His friends at school try to help him, his teacher is no fool, but the bullying is getting worse.

Home isn't easy either. Kit's Gran is tough, but she hasn't a clue. And she's fed up with Kit's crazy stories and weird behaviour.
Enter some wacky wee visitors to Kit's bedroom: Krakens from the planet Krake. They're on a quest and expect Kit to guide them. They have been assured his brain is at 100%. Kit thinks they're crazy. He can't fix his own life, never mind help them survive. They're trashing his house and driving him nuts and his Gran can't even see them!

Can Kit finally get his whizz of a brain into gear and come up with an awesome plan? It's a race against time to complete the Kraken's quest and most important, to stop the bully ruining his life.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 3, 2014
ISBN9781311563170
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    Bully for you! - Vera Lethbridge

    1

    Monster Headache

    ‘Are you sure that pill’s not working?’ Gran hovered over Kit’s bed, her chins wobbling. She had her bingo hat on.

    Kit’s eyes begged her.

    ‘It says one pill for kids.’

    ‘I think I need a gazillion,’ whispered Kit, trying to turn over. ‘It feels like my head’s going to bust open and spray out my brains.’

    ‘Humpf!’ Gran crossed her arms.

    ‘And I’m staying in bed forever!’ Kit scrunched up his face and moaned. Gran scowled at him and looked at her watch.

    ‘What is it with you and school?’

    Kit clamped his mouth shut. The bedroom wall was moving behind Gran’s head. What if he was sick on her slippers?

    ‘I don’t know what to do with you half the time.’ Gran sighed and popped a toffee in her mouth. ‘The things you say! All those wild stories…..you’re a piece of work, you really are!’

    Kit wished she was a tap and he could turn her off. ‘That’s not fair, Gran.’

    ‘You don’t say!’ Gran’s face was as red as Kit’s hair. ‘I’ll tell you what’s not fair! Your daft Mum off to Spain with that Steve, and you lying here moaning and talking rubbish, just like that useless Dad of yours.’

    ‘Gran….’ Kit pulled his knees up to his chin and groaned. ‘It feels like a maniac’s using my head for a drum.’

    Gran snorted in disbelief as Kit wrapped his arms over his head and curled up tighter. ‘Dearie me, Kit, what a carry on!’

    It felt like ice twisting and cracking inside his skull.

    She stared at him, frowning. ‘How about a nice hot chocolate?’

    Kit gagged at the thought, but managed to nod. Anything, so she’d leave him alone.

    ‘Right then!’ Gran stomped downstairs.

    He tried to stand up, but his knees couldn’t hold him and he crashed onto the floor and rolled back and forth, still clutching his head. Someone was drilling ‘duu-huu-huu-huu-huu-huu!’ deep into his skull and he suddenly couldn’t help himself. He howled like a dog.

    He was still rolling and crying when Gran burst in the door, covered in chocolate, with her hat hanging off one ear.

    ‘Whatever is it? Stop that screeching!’ Gran got down on her knees and put her arms around him. It was like being hugged by a sticky chocolate pudding.

    ‘That’s it! You’re that hot I’m calling the doctor.’ She puffed his pillows and helped him back into bed and sat down beside him.

    Kit lay without moving.

    ‘You’ve got me in a right state, you have.’ She stroked his arm gently and he felt quite peculiar.

    ‘Head feeling any better yet?’

    He felt his head and nodded gingerly. It was incredibly sore, but it didn’t feel like a bomb about to explode. Not like before. He shut his eyes.

    ‘I’m really sleepy, Gran.’

    She felt his forehead and nodded. ‘That’s better, the fever’s already coming down. You do look more like yourself.’ She suddenly grinned wickedly. ‘Your face is as pink as a monkey’s bottom!’

    Kit’s eyes popped open. ‘That’s SO not fair, Gran!’ He could see her chins shaking as she chuckled. ‘And my head was really really BAD, OK?’

    ‘Humpf!! What a carry on! I bet it’s just a chill. I told that Ms Jamieson that swimming was a bad idea, but teachers always think they know best!’

    ‘I’m alright, Gran, honest,’ he muttered. Under the duvet, he was wet with sweat. ‘I’m going to sleep. You go to the bingo, OK?’

    ‘No chance. I’m staying here, you daft boy, and that’s final!’ She did her massive Kit-is-a-right-pain sigh.

    Kit gave up and shut his eyes.

    Faintly, he heard the stairs creaking and then Gran crashing around downstairs in a huff. He burrowed deep down into his duvet and curled up in a ball to protect himself.

    He wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.

    2

    The Giant Blob

    When Kit opened his eyes, sun was spilling through the windows.

    ‘Afternoon, Kit! You’ve been asleep for hours.’ Gran poked him cheerfully with a knitting needle. ‘Look at you now! All better! That’s you….. a storm in a teacup.’

    Kit ignored her. He moved his head carefully. It felt normal. He checked the wall. It wasn’t moving, so he sat up gingerly and that was when he saw it.

    Exactly where he’d been screaming on the floor that morning was a shiny wet blob. He blinked. It was the size of his silver bin. Was it his bin, or wasn’t it?

    Whatever it was, it began to stretch.

    ‘Gran,’ he whispered, but she was humming to the radio and didn’t hear.

    Kit shut his eyes and counted to ten. When he opened them, the blob was still there. So he counted to twenty. STILL THERE. He watched, mesmerized, as it grew bigger…. and bigger, like someone was pumping up a ginormous beach ball. Soon it was as tall as his window, glistening silver in the sun.

    And then Kit stopped breathing.

    It was rolling towards his bed.

    ‘Gran,’ croaked Kit.

    Click click click went Gran’s knitting needles, oblivious.

    The blob suddenly stopped in the middle of the floor and began to shake. Kit heard tiny sighs and a squeak.

    ‘Gran,’ he

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