《首发偶发空缺 (临时空缺)》第150章

‘It’s　like　Buckingham　Palace！’　Lauren　shrieked　from　the　back；　and　Krystal’s　mouth　had　formed　a　round　O；　she　had　been　as　unaffected　as　a　child　sometimes。
All　of　their　parents；　and　Krystal’s　great…grandmother；　were　waiting　at　the　finishing　line；　wherever　that　was。　Sukhvinder　was　sure　that　she　was　not　the　only　one　who　felt　small；　scared　and　inferior　as　they　approached　the　entrance　of　the　beautiful　building。
A　woman　in　academic　dress　came　swooping　out　to　greet　Mr　Fairbrother；　in　his　tracksuit。
‘You　must　be　Winterdown！’
‘Course　’e’s　not；　does　’e　look　like　a　fuckin’　buildin’？’　said　Krystal　loudly。
They　were　sure　that　the　teacher　from　St　Anne’s　had　heard；　and　Mr　Fairbrother　turned　and　tried　to　scowl　at　Krystal；　but　they　could　tell　that　he　thought　it　was　funny；　really。　The　whole　team　started　to　giggle；　and　they　were　still　snorting　and　cackling　when　Mr　Fairbrother　saw　them　off　at　the　entrance　to　the　changing　rooms。
‘Stretch！’　he　shouted　after　them。
The　team　from　St　Anne’s　was　inside　with　their　own　coach。　The　two　sets　of　girls　eyed　each　other　across　the　benches。　Sukhvinder　was　struck　by　the　other　team’s　hair。　All　of　them　wore　it　long；　natural　and　shiny：　they　could　have　starred　in　shampoo　adverts。　On　their　own　team；　Siobhan　and　Niamh　had　bobs；　Lauren’s　hair　was　short；　Krystal　always　wore　hers　in　a　tight；　high　pony　tail；　and　Sukhvinder’s　was　rough；　thick　and　unruly　as　a　horse’s　mane。
She　thought　she　saw　two　of　the　St　Anne’s　girls　exchange　whispers　and　smirks；　and　was　sure　of　it　when　Krystal　suddenly　stood　tall；　glaring　at　them；　and　said；　‘S’pose　your　shit　smells　of　roses；　does　it？’
‘I　beg　your　pardon？’　said　their　coach。
‘Jus’　askin’；’　said　Krystal　sweetly；　turning　her　back　to　pull　off　her　tracksuit　bottoms。
The　urge　to　giggle　had　been　too　powerful　to　resist；　the　Winterdown　team　snorted　with　laughter　as　they　changed。　Krystal　clowned　away；　and　as　the　St　Anne’s　crew　filed　out　she　mooned　them。
‘Charming；’　said　the　last　girl　to　leave。
‘Thanks　a　lot；’　Krystal　called　after　her。　‘I’ll　let　yer　’ave　another　look　later；　if　yeh　want。　I　know　yeh’re　all　lezzers；’　she　yelled；　‘stuck　in　’ere　together　with　no　boys！’
Holly　had　laughed　so　much　that　she　had　doubled　over　and　banged　her　head　on　the　locker　door。
‘Fuckin’　watch　it；　Hol；’　Krystal　had　said；　delighted　with　the　effect　she　was　having　on　them　all。　‘Yeh’ll　need　yer　’ead。’
As　they　had　trooped　down　to　the　canal；　Sukhvinder　could　see　why　Mr　Fairbrother　had　wanted　the　venue　changed。　There　was　nobody　but　him　here　to　support　them　at　the　start；　whereas　the　St　Anne’s　crew　had　lots　of　friends　shrieking　and　applauding　and　jumping　up　and　down　on　the　spot；　all　with　the　same　kind　of　glossy　long　hair。
‘Look！’　shouted　Krystal；　pointing　into　this　group　as　they　passed。　‘It’s　Lexie　Mollison！　Remember　when　I　knocked　yer　teeth　out；　Lex？’
Sukhvinder　had　a　pain　from　laughing。　She　was　glad　and　proud　to　be　walking　along　behind　Krystal；　and　she　could　tell　that　the　others　were　too。　Something　about　how　Krystal　faced　the　world　was　protecting　them　from　the　effect　of　the　staring　eyes　and　the　fluttering　bunting；　and　the　building　like　a　palace　in　the　background。
But　she　could　tell　that　even　Krystal　was　feeling　the　pressure　as　they　climbed　into　their　boat。　Krystal　turned　to　Sukhvinder；　who　always　sat　behind　her。　She　was　holding　something　in　her　hand。
‘Good…luck　charm；’　she　said；　showing　her。
It　was　a　red　plastic　heart　on　a　key…ring；　with　a　picture　of　her　little　brother　in　it。
‘I’ve　told　’im　I’m　gonna　bring　’im　back　a　medal；’　said　Krystal。
‘Yeah；’　said　Sukhvinder；　with　a　rush　of　faith　and　fear。　‘We　will。’
‘Yeah；’　said　Krystal；　facing　front　again；　and　tucking　the　key…ring　back　inside　her　bra。　‘No　petition；　this　lot；’　she　said　loudly；　so　the　whole　crew　could　hear。　‘Bunch　o’　muff　munchers。　Le’s　do　’em！’
Sukhvinder　remembered　the　starting　gun　and　the　crowd’s　cheers　and　her　muscles　screaming。　She　remembered　her　elation　at　their　perfect　rhythm；　and　the　pleasure　of　their　deadly　seriousness　after　laughter。　Krystal　had　won　it　for　them。　Krystal　had　taken　away　the　home…ground　advantage。　Sukhvinder　wished　that　she　could　be　like　Krystal：　funny　and　tough；　impossible　to　intimidate；　always　ing　out　fighting。
She　had　asked　Terri　Weedon　for　two　things；　and　they　had　been　granted；　because　Terri　agreed　with　everyone；　always。　The　medal　that　Krystal　had　won　that　day　was　around　her　neck　for　her　burial。　The　other　request　came；　at　the　very　end　of　the　service；　and　this　time；　as　he　announced　it；　the　vicar　sounded　resigned。
Good　girl　gone　bad　–
Take　three　–
Action。
No　clouds　in　my　storms　…
Let　it　rain；　I　hydroplane　into　fame
in’　down　with　the　Dow　Jones　…
Ｚei8。电子书
Her　family　half　carried　Terri　Weedon　back　down　the　royal…blue　carpet；　and　the　congregation　averted　its　eyes。
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First　published　in　Great　Britain　in　2012　by　Little；　Brown　and　Hachette　Digital
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