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SIMON jumped. He opened his eyes. Where was he? On a train, that’s right. Going to see his gran for half term, of course. But there was something odd. What was it? The train had stopped moving. It must have jolted to a stop and that had woken him.
Simon glanced out of the window. It was his stop. This is where he got off. If he wasn’t quick the train would start up again and his gran would be left standing on the station wondering where he was.
Simon leapt to his feet, grabbed his bright red United bag, with its United logo and the sponsor’s advert for Wizzo Toilet Brushes, from the baggage rack above the seat and rushed across the empty carriage to the door. As he fumbled to find the button to open the doors, they slid apart. The whistle to start the train blew. He swung the bag on to the platform and jumped through the gap as the doors began to close again, landing with a thump on the concrete platform, just as the train lurched, and began to move.
That was a close. He glanced around, expecting to see his gran walking towards him, ready to grab him and give him a big, wet, sloppy kiss, like she always did, even though he was much too old for sloppy kisses. But there was no sign of her. In fact the platform was deserted. Then he realised he’d made a terrible mistake.
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