No One Listened: Two children caught in a tragedy with no one else to trust except for each other

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Alex Kerr. No One Listened: Two children caught in a tragedy with no one else to trust except for each other

No One Listened

Contents

Alex

Isobel

Alex

Isobel

Alex

Isobel

Alex

Isobel

Alex

Isobel

Alex

Isobel

Alex

Isobel

Alex

Isobel

Alex

Isobel

Alex

Isobel

Alex

Isobel

Alex

Epilogue

Copyright

About the Publisher

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Title Page Chapter One: Alex Chapter Two: Isobel Chapter Three: Alex Chapter Four: Isobel Chapter Five: Alex Chapter Six: Isobel Chapter Seven: Alex Chapter Eight: Isobel Chapter Nine: Alex Chapter Ten: Isobel Chapter Eleven: Alex Chapter Twelve: Isobel Chapter Thirteen: Alex Chapter Fourteen: Isobel Chapter Fifteen: Alex Chapter Sixteen: Isobel Chapter Seventeen: Alex Chapter Eighteen: Isobel Chapter Nineteen: Alex Chapter Twenty: Isobel Chapter Twenty-One: Alex Chapter Twenty-Two: Isobel Chapter Twenty-Three: Alex Epilogue Copyright About the Publisher

Normally my sister Isobel would have got home from school before me, but that afternoon she’d been held up because she couldn’t find her PE kit in the changing rooms and she and a friend had stayed behind to look for it. I’d been let out of class a few minutes earlier than usual and I’d walked straight home, just as I always did. If Isobel had left at her normal time and got home before me, she would have let herself into the house before the police arrived to stop her and she would have seen everything. Maybe he would even have attacked her as well.

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All the driving Mum had to do at the beginning and end of each working day must have been horribly tiring for her, although she never complained about it. She hardly ever complained about anything when we were young, never discussed anything to do with emotions or feelings, just got on with the practical matters of life in the most efficient way possible. It was only as we got into our teens that the strain began to show, the exhaustion wearing away her patience more and more frequently. If we had only known about the pressure she was under during those years we might have taken more care of her, but she never told us anything, just soldiered grimly on.

She definitely enjoyed her work, maybe because she knew she was good at it and had the respect of all her colleagues. We didn’t really think about what she might be like as a teacher, but I remember that she always seemed to know everything about her pupils – about their hopes and ambitions and the progress they made towards realising them. She seemed to take a genuine interest and to have their best interests at heart almost as much as she had ours.

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