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statue for Waterworx.”
    Cam groaned inwardly.
    â€œCam! No complaining.”
    Startled, Cam turned to Meg. “Did that happen out loud?”
    â€œThey always happen out loud, Cam,” said Megan.
    â€œOur sculpture will be near the old sugar ware-houses.”
    Meg and Cam exchanged glances. Those warehouses were circled on Gran’s map; this might be worthwhile after all.
    â€œMaybe the statue could be a big sugar cube?” said Garry.
    â€œMaybe!” said Miss McCue enthusiastically, even though this was a totally rubbish idea.
    â€œCould it be a big bag of sugar beside a teacup and spoon?” asked Gemma, expanding on the theme but still essentially being rubbish.
    â€œIt could be almost anything,” said Miss McCue. “Now off you go in your pairs to the IT suite where Miss McTeer will show you how to use proper online archives.”
    ***
    Miss McCue had deliberately not paired Cam and Megan together for this project. Probably because the last time they worked as a pair, the school had to be evacuated. There was no firm evidence that Cam and Megan were to blame, but they had laughed about it a lot more than everyone else.
    Cam had been paired with a really quiet boy from class, Kevin McCallum. Cam didn’t like Kevin. It’s not that there was anything really unpleasant about him, it was just that Cam didn’t like most people. Especially people he didn’t know. He knew this was a bad habit and he was trying to grow out of it. He just wasn’t trying very hard.
    Kevin was one of those pupils who sort of faded into the background, like wallpaper. Always there, but never noticeably so. If he ever committed a crime, he would almost certainly get away with it because the police description would be: ‘An average boy of average height and build with no distinguishing features.’
    Kevin tapped Cam on the shoulder. “I was thinking the statue could be a big Licquorice Allsorts man, because, you know, sugar.”
    Cam smiled in spite of himself. “Yeah. Or a sherbet fountain that actual sherbet comes out of.”
    â€œCan’t be any worse than a sugar cube,” said Kevin. “I’ve got quite a few different ideas for what we could do. Would you like to see?”
    â€œYes Kevin,” said Cam, hoping that Kevin was one of those partners who liked to do all the work. “I really would.”
    On the other side of the classroom, Megan was partnered with Gemma, who was busy giggling and googling tea-party pictures for inspiration.
    Megan’s mind was still on TJ and the map, however. She had barely slept the night before – whenever she dropped off she had insane dreams about flying away from explosions, TJ creaking and flickering, and Gran drawing circles on a map and telling her something she could never properly hear. Her arms were bruised from accidentally floating into objects in her room.
    She wondered if TJ would ever remember what her gran had meant for her to do with him. They’d plugged him into an extension cable and left him charging in Cam’s shed. Maybe he’d remember more when he was fully powered, or maybe they’d find something to fix him with at the next location on the map?
    As her eyes wandered around the IT class, she spotted a bundle of coloured cables attached to a Lego model of a crane. Miss McTeer was busily footering with the cables, and every few minutes she would turn to a nearby computer screen, type something on the keyboard, and watch while the crane slowly moved. Sometimes the movements seemed to make her happy, other times, she would scowl, tweak the cables and type in something else.
    â€œBored with research already?” said Miss McTeer when she realised she was being watched. But she was smiling, because she was one of the three nice teachers all schools are legally obliged to have.
    â€œWell,” said Megan carefully, “what you’re doing looks a bit more