It was a cold January day, the beginning of the Spring Term and the wind was blowing take-away cartons and free newspapers around Ashley’s feet. She was wearing the new shiny jacket Gran had given her for Christmas, her school jogging bottoms and sweatshirt. But she still felt cold. Her long brown hair was tied back and tucked into her collar to keep her neck warm.
An old car spewed out exhaust fumes like a dust cloud in front of her and she could almost see it settle on the shiny fruit piled up outside Harry’s Food and Wine shop. At least I walk to school, thought Ashley, but then Mum is an Eco-Warrior. She had promised to take Ashley to a city farm if she worked hard this term.
“I always work hard,” Ashley had said.
“Extra hard,” muttered her mother who wanted Ashley to become England’s first Green Party MP.