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Teenagers Abbey and Cooper are in their final year at High school, both have problems they are trying to escape from, and run away together.

Faced with bushfire, criminals on the run, and possible murder charges, will they even survive?

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Publisher	Writers Exchange E-Publishing
Author	Ross Richdale
Recommended Minimum Age	12+
Violence Level	Low
Profanity	Low
Sexual Content	Medium
ISBN Number	1920972595
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Chapter One The fight, when it started, was vicious. Without provocation the four girls attacked their classmate Abbey Latham in the far corner of the tennis court. Abbey fought back but crashed to her knees only to receive a kick in the ribs. Tears rolled down her eyes cheeks but she did not make a sound, not until one attacker dragged her half a dozen metres by the hair. Her yell was stifled. "The fuzz is coming," a sixth girl warned as a duty teacher rushed across the court. "Breathe a word, Flabby, and we'll be back," the ringleader hissed. She pinched the other Abbey's cheeks and stared into her eyes. "Understand?" Abbey nodded. By the time the teacher arrived, she had pulled herself into a sitting position. "Barbara Scammell was responsible wasn't she, Abbey?" the teacher asked in a sympathetic voice. Abbey sniffed back tears and stood up. Both her knees were bleeding and her blouse was ripped. She brushed hair from her eyes but stared at the ground. "Can't say, Mrs. Kilmorton." The teacher frowned. "It was a planned attack wasn't it, Abbey?" The girl shrugged. "And it's happened before hasn't it?" "I guess." "And..." For the first time Abbey glanced up. "You saw her I 'pose." "No, but I know all about her. Would you like to file a complaint?" "What good will that do?" Abbey whispered. "She'll go on report and become even more of a hero." Anne Kilmorton sighed. "Well come along to the medical room and we'll get you patched up. Your knees are bleeding." Abbey shook her head. "Period 4 bell will go in a few moments, Mrs. Kilmorton. I'll be fine." "But why did they pick on you, Abbey?" the teacher persisted. "You can at least tell me that much." "They call me Abbey the Flabby because ...oh, hell, it's obvious isn't it?" Abbey knew she was a little overweight as she brushed back her blonde hair and stared at her teacher. "It's not that, though is it?" Abbey shook her head. "They think I have the hots for Doug Williams just because he came up and congratulated me on being selected for the inter-house swimming team." *** Across the playground, two Year 12 boys watched the five girls who attacked Abbey disappear behind B Block and Mrs. Kilmorton talking to her. "Lucky I stopped you making a fool of yourself, Cooper," one said to the tall straggly youth beside him. "You could have been nursing scratch marks from Flat's fingernails by now." "And if Mrs. Kilmorton hadn't been on the tennis court, Jack?" "I'm sure Flabby can look after herself." "Her name's Abbey," Cooper retorted. "And I tell you she's worth more than a dozen of Barbara Scammell's cronies." "Okay," Jack laughed. "She can swim and gets high grades but would you really like to take her to the disco?" "Why not?" "She's not cool, Cooper, just cold. Lay a hand on her arm and she'd freeze you with one glance. Even brush against her thighs and she'd yell bloody rape. At least Flats and her friends know how to enjoy themselves." "Yeah, with Doug Williams and anybody in the First XIII, not us nerds." Jack shrugged. "Have it your own way. But you just like gazing at Abbey Latham." "So? I like her." "Then ask her to the disco next Friday. Bet you ten bucks she'll tell you to go get stuffed." "Probably," Cooper whispered philosophically.

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