thought it would all be pink.’
Ivy shook her head numbly. ‘If any of these people saw the colour pink, they’d probably run screaming into the nearest darkened room!’
‘There are more goths here than bunnies,’ Brendan said. ‘It’s just
wrong
.’
‘And look at those T-shirts.’ Sophia nodded at the girls ahead of them. ‘I’ve never even heard of some of those rock bands!’
‘Whoa.’ Ivy felt her legs go weak as she absorbed the truth. ‘Guys,’ she whispered. ‘I don’t think we’re the outsiders at this school.’
Sophia’s eyes were wide. ‘Do you think . . . could it be . . .?’
Brendan nodded, looking panicked. ‘I think . . . the goth kids at this high school might actually be the
in-crowd
.’
‘No way,’ Ivy breathed. She saw the same stunned reaction in both of her friends’ eyes. But the truth was staring them in the face from all around . . . and it was wearing
black.
For the first time ever, it looked like Ivy, Sophia and Brendan might actually
fit in
!
Chapter Three
I can’t believe it
, Olivia thought, as she bounced on her hotel bed.
I’m actually in London, England!
A sea of dark rooftops spiked outside her window under a cloudy blue sky. In the distance, she could see Big Ben in the centre of the city. She had heard its hourly gong twice
since she’d arrived and, though she knew it was just a giant clock tower, there was something . . .
magical
about a giant clock tower so far away from home.
Through the wall of her connecting room, Olivia heard her adoptive mom, Mrs Abbott, gushing down her cell phone to a friend back home. ‘. . . and, of course, we’re determined to
catch a West End musical while we’re here!’
Olivia’s adoptive dad, Mr Abbott, didn’t speak, but Olivia heard a tell-tale thud as he moved to a different yoga position on the hotel room floor. Mrs Abbott might be excited about
the London theatres, but Mr Abbott had spent the aeroplane ride telling Olivia all about the wonderful yoga facilities in London. Apparently, there were even outdoor yoga classes on the
rooftops!
I just hope he doesn’t go into a headstand too near the edge of the roof
, Olivia thought, peering out the window.
She turned to pick up her guidebook. As her gaze travelled across the room, she had to blink to remind herself that she wasn’t dreaming. Really, this could hardly be described as a
bedroom. It felt bigger than her house in Franklin Grove! The ceiling was painted with images of famous London sites, and the opposite wall was covered with expensive electronic equipment, from a
flat-screen television to a range of radios, DVD and CD players.
Hollywood stars really
do
live differently!
Taking a deep breath, Olivia opened up her guidebook and began to read. As she turned the pages, her eyes widened.
Did Mom and Dad accidentally pick up a joke version?
Surely no one would actually call a building ‘The Shard’, or ‘The Gherkin’. Would they?
It has to be a joke!
There was one thing that was no joke, though. As Olivia set down the ridiculous guidebook, the luxury of her hotel room astounded her all over again. It was unbelievable. Jacob Harker, the
studio executive in charge of
Eternal Sunset
, certainly went all-out when he wanted to impress the people working on his movies.
A knock sounded on the connecting door, and Mrs Abbott’s head poked through. She was wearing sunglasses and had her own guidebook sticking out of her handbag. ‘Hi, honey. Your dad
and I want to go exploring. Are you ready?’
‘Um . . .’ There was a funny tingling sensation in Olivia’s stomach. She put one hand on it and forced a smile. ‘Why don’t you guys go without me? I’m a
little tired from the trip.’
‘Well, if you’re sure . . .’ Mrs Abbot hurried across the room to press a kiss on Olivia’s brow. She stroked her hair back from her face, and smiled down at Olivia.
‘Get some rest, sweetheart.’
‘I will,’ Olivia promised. As she