relevant.â
âSausages?â
âFundraising.â
âWell, thatâs good, Dad. I mean itâs terrific that youâre involved.â I was delighted. It would be another topic of conversation with old Spooky. Sheâd be just the kind of person who would find that awesome, not just lame.
It started to rain almost as soon as we got in the car.
âGood thing the sizzleâs under shelter,â Dad said, checking out the grey clouds, âand it might clearup, too â look at the horizon. What time is your cross-country?â
âAbout ten, I think. The buses leave school almost as soon as we get there.â
âWell, good luck, break a leg â not!â Dad kissed me goodbye. He was almost too cheerful.
Polly was happy too. She kept looking at the sky and counting the grey clouds. She was wearing a raincoat even though it was just spitting. âLook at that,â she hissed at me, âjust look at it!â
âClouds, Polly, just clouds.â
âMy clouds,â Polly said, âthatâs the difference. I conjured these up with a spell.â
âYou what?â
She nodded. âIâm getting better, arenât I?â She said it so smugly I wanted the sun to break through the clouds and shine right into her eyes. But it didnât. Instead the rain got a bit heavier and everyone in the bus queue started to complain.
âWeâre not going to have to run in this?â
âMy runners will get soaked and Mumâll kill me.â
âSo? Mine are suede.â
âMs Olley, we donât have to run if it rains, do we?â
âCall this rain?â Ms Olley smiled in a way that meant she wasnât at all amused. âThis is just a mere pitter. Children these days. Wimps.â
It rained the entire bus trip. It rained as the teachersput up the first-aid tent. The Red House crepe ribbons ran in the rain and left streaks of pink across faces, arms and white t-shirts, and dripped all the way down Ms Mannâs lace blouse. She kept looking down at the drips and trying to rub them off.
âI canât run in the rain,â Polly approached Ms Mann, âIâm getting a cold and Jane expressly said that if it even looked like rain, I should just sit in the first-aid tent. She would have kept me home, but sheâs doing cupcakes today for some celebrity thing and Marcus was busy finding his muse.â
âIâm afraid,â Ms Mann glared down at another pink drop and at Polly, âthat the first-aid tent is usually too full by the end of this run for us to take in onlookers. Anyway, I believe the rainâs clearing â look!â
Sure enough, the blue patches now outnumbered the grey clouds and they seemed to be skittering away behind us. Polly frowned and I could see her lips move frantically.
âGet in line then,â Ms Mann fluttered her hands at us, âquickly.â
Almost as soon as the starting pistol went the sun came out, as though it was blessing our run. The rain made the bush smell like lemon and eucalyptus and wet sand. Polly settled into a grumpy walk but I stretched out my legs and ran for a while. The sandy track was good to run on â not as springy as grass but not thuddylike the pavement. I kept running â even when my legs felt wobbly. I ran through that feeling and found my rhythm again. I didnât care about winning. I was just enjoying it â it felt as though someone had let me loose after days sitting at a desk.
âWell done, Magenta McPhee!â Mr. Green gave me my raffle ticket. âThis must be a personal best for you. Youâd better go and get your ribbon. Third place!â
Blue House kids I hardly knew slapped my back. I couldnât believe it â third place! I didnât think of myself as being one of the sport jocks. Well, I wasnât. I was a fantasy writer. But maybe I could run, too. It felt good.
About ten minutes later