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But it is two years on. They discharged me from hospital two days later. I must have just had a really bad mystery bug that had yet to be discovered. I have not even done as much as thrown up since the illness. People do not really wonder why but I know my secret. This is a secret even to Mummy, Daddy and Jim the Bear (my big teddy). It is so secret that, even though I don't keep one, I would never write it down in my diary. So secret that I never whisper to the wind or running water, for they are the spreader of secrets.371Please respect copyright.PENANAWo3s1Azemb
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I grab the test tubes, all seven, and put them into the handmade-by-me belt. They slide in nicely, like a pen into its lid. Impatiently, I watch seconds tick by on my wristwatch. I leave at exactly nine, when most children are asleep or in bed. Do not worry, I do not need as much sleep as other children. Tick! My watch marks the start of my journey.371Please respect copyright.PENANApGpy0vz9z9
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Over the rooftops I soar. Not scared of falling. I have done this so many times before. Listening carefully to noises below, in the houses. finally, I have some that are silent. Enclosed End, the dead end. Literally every house I jump on the people are sleeping. So I visit every one. I remember the old cola bottle in my pocket. Not one of those cheap, plastic bottles that hold a litre but a proper, glass screw-top. I can fill it up with fourteen test tubes, worth two weeks, of the scarlet liquid. I skip through the other houses, just to fill up the test tubes. I always lick the lips of the tubes, the people never wake up so quietness and painlessness must be my expertise.371Please respect copyright.PENANA1CxVMcEXD4
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One glance at my watch- I always give myself ten minutes to feed. No more- no less. Now the time is up so I need to return home. Up the attic trapdoor and through the window,my size makes me able to crawl through small windows and lightly skip back over the rooftops home.371Please respect copyright.PENANAC2MM7IjqNY
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Ten minutes past nine at night. I uncork a test tube and pour the contents into a shot glass for the morning. I put it on my shelf and climb into my bed and fall into a long drifty, effective but light sleep.371Please respect copyright.PENANAGOZ9HBpC3O
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A knock on the door.371Please respect copyright.PENANA0JJ8LlXiBt
"Emily, Emily love," My Mummy calls through the door. "Get up, you have to go to school."371Please respect copyright.PENANAqAmnlkZ0Md
"I'm up Mummy." I call back. "Up and getting dressed." Shakily, I get out of bed and pick up my shot glass. Quickly gulping the drink down. It is thicker than water but that is something you get use to in time. Down it goes all in one, I smile, my fill is drunk. Today I am going on a day trip with school. I have my lunch, books and I've snuck in a the spare test tube. It is not full but could serve as a specimen jar for a bug. We are leaving school at nine o'clock and going to Norfolk for the day. Marie-Anne, my best friend, said she is bringing one hundred pounds. I am bringing ten pounds.371Please respect copyright.PENANAh1afbUQjAO
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Eventually, I am in the bus. I feel so full of energy! I do not tend to have too much of my immortal drink before a long trip. Marie-Anne os droning on about horses, like her new chestnut pony. Luckily (for me), my selective hearing blanks her out and that leads me left to listen to the roaring traffic. My energy high fades away. Boof! I slump backwards against the sea. Marie-Anne carries on droning for about another ten seconds and then asks a question, asks it again, realises something is wrong and that she needs to do something. Miss shouts at something, but blackness clogs my ears, like a cloud swelling inside my head.