Her dad hated it when she answered back, so she didn’t want to show how happy she was that they were no longer watching some stupid gameshow. Naomi’s dad would grouch and grumble whenever this happened-“Enough already about that stupid rock”-and stub his cigarette once, twice, thrice into the ashtray balanced on the arm of the sofa. Almost every night her dad’s shows were interrupted with the fanfare of ‘Breaking News!’ and images would flash across the screen of tiny people moving slowly about on vast rocky plains, wobbling around in clumsy suits and lit by bright white floodlights. When she was small, it was a much bigger deal.
It’s on the news every now and again-some kind of update about what plants they’ve managed to grow or what the population is now or what new gadgets are being flown out to make the Colonists’ lives easier.
Even Pierce Taylor, who everyone fancies, just doesn’t make her feel excited like she wants to feel-like presumably Alison feels about Charlie. The problem is, Naomi isn’t interested in anyone at school. And anyway, it wouldn’t even matter if he fancied her because she’s totally not interested. There’s Matt Jackson in Biology who sits at the back and throws screwed-up bits of paper at her, which Tessa says means he fancies her, but Naomi is pretty sure he just likes to be annoying. Even… with tongues,” she says, and everyone-even Naomi-does this gasp/laugh/ew thing and looks at Alison with totally new respect. “Did you kiss yet?” Tessa asks, because she’s got like zero tact.Īlison does this sly smile and ‘not-telling’ face, but then changes her mind because not telling isn’t any fun. She won’t stop going on about him at lunch break, about how he’s so nice and funny and sweet and did she say hot already? Because he’s, like, super hot. (Image from hullabaloo22 at Pixabay)Īlison’s so pleased she’s got herself a Bart-Boy. Naomi’s mum inevitably does this little tut of approval and goes, “Don’t they look so smart!” And after that she kind of side-eyes Naomi, who rolls her eyes and tucks in her shirt. Bart’s-they always see a cluster of Bart-Boys waiting for the bus in front of the newsagent’s.
Bart’s, obviously, because a) it’s a boy’s school, and b) it’s like super expensive, like you could buy the whole of Naomi’s house with what it costs to go to St. When Naomi’s mum drives her to school-not St.
You can tell a Bart-Boy from a mile away because they don’t wear school uniforms like normal kids they wear suits, proper suits like businessmen wear. Boys from there, they call them Bart-Boys. He’s from that posh school on the other side of town, the one with the big iron gates and tall, redbrick tower. Moon-Boy By Jess HyslopĪlison’s got herself a boyfriend. All proceeds go to helping us pay for original stories and to support writers of speculative fiction. Some articles may include Amazon affiliate links.