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Watlingford Public School, Oxfordshire – The Next Day
Today’s a good day. I’m sitting in my room writing and I’m happy. I’ve decided what I’m going to do with this journal when the time comes. I’m going to find a way to give it to my brother, Wasim. So these pages are for you, most cherished and favourite brother.
As well as being happy, I’m also relieved. Today I met my contact. After weeks of thinking I’m alone and forgotten, there was a message on my phone. It was an icon, a bear; it meant that I should miss the morning class and go to meet my contact.
Getting Aneeta to go to the class without me was really difficult, even though I said I’d been sick all night. She fussed. ‘Maybe you go see doctor,’ she said. ‘I get breakfast for you and you stay in bed. I tell Petra to call doct
