birthday she and her dad had taken Poppy and Emily to the cinema in Millford, and then to Maya’s favourite café for tea, instead of having a sleepover or anything like that.
They were trundling through Appleby, the first of the villages on the way home, when the bus stopped in traffic and Maya suddenly leaned forward, rubbing away the mist she’d breathed on to the window. “Emily, look at that new shop.”
“Hey, that looks good.” Emily leaned over her to see. “Daisy. Cute name. And it’s definitely not just stuff for adults. I love that yellow dress.”
“I know, it’s really nice.” But Maya was frowning at the window display, where the clothes were surrounded by enormous flowers and life-size toy dogs with signs round their necks. “Look at those signs. There’s a Fairtrade logo on the window! And it says organic, underneath. Do you think it sells food too? Like a café in the back, or something? It doesn’t look like it.”
Emily shook her head. “It doesn’t. And that sign the little brown dog’s got on says Fairtrade Fashion. But you can’t have organic clothes, can you? That’sstupid. Oh, we’re moving…”
The bus pulled away, and even though the girls tried to peer back at the shop out of the rear window, they couldn’t really see.
“I wonder if my mum went into Appleby today,” Emily said excitedly. “She said she had shopping to do and she might have gone and had a look in there. I’ll ask her.”
Maya nodded. She was sure if she asked her mum or dad they’d take her to look – although people in the shop might recognise her mum. But she was still thinking about the Fairtrade thing. “If it
is
Fairtrade clothes…”
Emily beamed at her. “That would be a brilliant project.
Way
better than chocolate.”
“Exactly! And hopefully nobody else will think of it.” Maya looked sideways at Emily. “Ali and Lucy would be so jealous.”
“Mmmm.” Emily smiled happily. “Kicking themselves.”
“Emily! Come on!” Toby was standing in front of them, pulling Emily’s arm.
“Oh, I have to get off. See you tomorrow! Hey, do you realise we’ve just done our homework?” Emily called back as she hurried down the aisle.
Maya laughed, and waved goodbye to her as the bus set off again. She loved clothes, and spent a lot of her allowance on her favourite websites. Even if she didn’t like dressing up to be photographed any more, she still enjoyed planning her outfits just as much as her mum did. The bad thing about Park Road School was its horrible uniform – a bright blue jumper that made Maya’s red hair look gingery. Maya always changed as soon as she got home.
Luckily, because she was the only person who got dropped in her tiny village, the bus stopped outside her house and Mr Green would let her off if he could see someone waving from the front door. Maya hurried down the steps, wanting to go straight in and ask her mum if she’d spotted the new shop.
“I’ll make you a snack,” Anna called, as she turned to head back into the kitchen.
“Thanks, Anna.” She gave her a hug, which she didn’t always. “I’m going to see Mum, and then I’ve got to do some stuff on the computer for homework.” She headed back into the hallway.
Almost all the signs of the photoshoot that morning had disappeared. The big living room at the back of the house was still frighteningly tidy when she peeped into it, and the extra pots of flowers that Mum hadhired to brighten up the garden were still there, but that was it. Maya had a feeling the photographer had taken all the shots from the garden side anyway, so the pots had been useless.
“Mum!” she called.
“Upstairs,” a muffled voice came back, and Maya raced up the stairs to find her.
“I’m just going to change,” she told her mum, sticking her head round the door. “See you in a minute.”
The yellow dress in the window of the new shop was still in Maya’s mind, so she found herself grabbing a yellow T-shirt and
Yvette Hines, Monique Lamont