Free The TV Time Travellers by Pete Johnson

boy to me.’
    ‘But they didn’t, and here you are on the adventure of a lifetime,’ I said enthusiastically. ‘And you can’t miss what’s going to happen tomorrow.’
    ‘Is that when Wally turns into a bat?’
    ‘No, that’s when we meet the other evacuees for the reunion party,’ I said impatiently, ‘including Dennis and Victor. Think what they can tell us new evacuees.’
    ‘We’re not new evacuees,’ he said.
    ‘Yes, we are.’
    ‘No, we’re just playing at it for a few hours for the TV cameras.’
    ‘No, listen, we’re—’
    ‘Shut up a minute,’ Leo interrupted. He shot to the bedroom door, just as the handle was turning. Miss Weed jumped back in surprise at seeing him. He was standing right in front of the door so she couldn’t see his packed bag.
    ‘I heard voices,’ she said.
    ‘Yes, I’m sorry, Miss Weed, I’m very much afraid that I need to perform Number Two again. As you can see, I’m all dressed and ready for action.’
    ‘Oh well, all right,’ she said ungraciously, ‘if it’s an emergency. But in future, just tap lightly on my door; don’t make a hullabaloo in here. And does Zac need to avail himself of the facilities too?’
    ‘Yes, please,’ I called.
    Miss Weed went off to see if Farmer Benson was available to accompany us, while Leo said to me, ‘You rebel, pretending you want to perform Number Two in the middle of the night again.’
    ‘I guess I’m getting used to law-breaking,’ I said. ‘It must be your bad influence. I’ll help you unpack when we get back.’
    Leo nodded, and then said slowly, ‘You really didn’t dob me in, did you?’ Before I could reply he went on, ‘There’s no way it’s Barney or Izzy either, as they’re my mates.’
    ‘As I hope I am,’ I said quickly.
    ‘Yeah, I suppose you are. So then, it’s got to be Harriet. She must have been creeping about in the night and overheard us arguing.’
    ‘No,’ I said.
    ‘It’s got to be her.’
    ‘But I like her,’ I said.
    ‘I don’t. She’s too cheerful all the time. It isn’t natural. No, she’s definitely suspect number one.’

CHAPTER FOURTEEN
    Letters from Home
    Izzy
    NEXT DAY WAS Sunday and a huge improvement. No school for a start
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    We still had all our jobs to do, though. And then we had some early morning PE, with Miss Weed making us do all these daft fitness exercises. Harriet, of course, was all red and keen
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    Breakfast was so flavourless though. I was eating as little as I could get away with now. Then Mrs Benson summoned me to the kitchen. She said I hadn’t cleaned something properly. I was a bit surprised, as she wasn’t usually as picky as Miss Weed, but then she hissed, ‘Stand right in the corner of the kitchen as the TV cameras can’t see you there,’ then flung these cakes at me
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    ‘Now eat them as quickly as you can,’ she whispered. ‘I can’t have you wasting away to nothing.’ Then she said aloud, ‘I want them much cleaner than you managed before. Get to work, Izzy.’
    I did. I polished off every one of those cakes and had just wiped the crumbs from my mouth when Miss Weed appeared. ‘How is Isobel getting on?’ she asked
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    ‘Just finished this second,’ said Mrs Benson
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    Next we marched into church. It was packed and every single person there was dressed up in wartime clothes. It felt as if I was in some mad play, especially when the vicar – one of those jolly, smiley ones – said how pleased he was to welcome us evacuees to the village. And he hoped our stay here would be a long and happy one
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    The most embarrassing moment was when we sang the hymns and old Wally’s singing – a kind of high-pitched snarling – totally drowned out everyone else
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    On the way back Leo murmured in my ear, ‘On a scale of one to ten, how much do you like Harriet – ten being top?’
    ‘Well, I’ve just been to church,’ I hissed back, ‘and am feeling rather kind, so I’ll say . . . minus eleven.’
    Then he whispered his