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It all began when Brian Thomas threw my school bag over the hedge into someone's front garden. We'd been messing about at the bus stop. He called me Four Eyes and I called him Big Ears. He poked me in the ribs with a pencil. I snatched it and broke it in half. He picked up a squashed orange lying on the pavement and tried to rub it in my hair. I stood on his foot. It was then that he grabbed my bag and lobbed it over the hedge, just as the bus pulled up. I could only look on helplessly while he boarded, grinning over his stupid shoulder. The doors closed and the bus pulled away, leaving me hopping mad.
The garden gate was a rickety old wooden thing, secured it with a loop of string. Well, there was nothing else for it. I slid off the string, pushed the gate open and walked through.
The garden was tiny and weedy and depressing, with a huge recycling bin taking up most of the space.The neglected flowerbeds sprouted a lovely display of plastic bottles, crisp packets and fag ends, courtesy of the charmers who wait at bus stops. I ducked low and tiptoed past the grubby front window, hoping not to be challenged.
My bag had fallen in a dark corner between the bin and the side fence. I reached down to grab the strap - and then I saw it!
My jaw dropped open. For a moment, I couldn't breathe.
I had never seen anything like it in my entire life.
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