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Edie: September 1993

‘A record player.’ Raquel said the words with a mixture of disbelief and pity. ‘My mum’s got one of those. Plays her old LPs on it. I wish the bloody thing would break.’

‘I wanted a record player,’ Edie said.

‘Next time my dad visits, he’s going to buy me a whole stereo with a CD player, not just one with a cassette. Then I won’t have to listen to Mum’s Matt Monro albums.’

‘Uncle Ray doesn’t play Matt Monro,’ Edie said.

Not like Granny McCann, she could have added. Raquel’s mum was twice the age of the other kids at school, something she was sensitive about. Almost as sensitive as she was about her dad never actually visiting or her reading problems.

‘Tsk,’ Raquel said. ‘You should’ve got a CD player, like Tess.’

Edie decided not to challenge Raquel. If that was her reaction, what would girls like Deanne or Caitlin say? She looked round for them as they entered the schoolyard. They were standing together, a little way from the gate, in a group of about ten. Edie caught their eye; both sides ignored the other. Caitlin was as tall as Edie but twice as broad. Her older sister, Moira, had also been the school bully and Caitlin was trying to live up to the family reputation. She’d started on Tess a few times, but being Edie’s twin and Raquel’s friend, had held her back. Caitlin was especially wary of Raquel, since she’d given her a black eye after one to many Granny McCann jibes. Still, being the start of a new school year, Edie was cautious around Caitlin; though Tess seemed unconcerned as she walked past, swinging her canvas bag.

The bell rang and they filed into school and found their new classrooms. Raquel’s ‘Mc’ for McCann was not close enough to ‘P’ for Piper to be in the same class and she went down a different corridor. Edie knew her new class teacher, Miss Armitage, because she also took them for music. The room was familiar: a piano sat in the corner, the walls lay bare, waiting to be filled by their creations throughout the coming year.

‘Stand at the back and I’ll call you to your places,’ Mrs Armitage said. ‘You’ll notice each table has the name of one of the great composers on it. You will each be assigned a composer and sit at that table. I will be referring to these groups by the name of the composer throughout the year. Please pay attention.’ She rapped the desk with her knuckles to bring the class to order. ‘Beethoven,’ she said. ‘Miele, Jaspinder, Deanne, Tyrel, Ian and Edie. Go to your table, please.’

Edie looked at Tess. She hadn’t noticed the error. They always sat together.

‘Hadyn.’

Tess looked up. Suddenly realising something was wrong, she was trying to catch Miss Armitage’s attention.

‘Tchaikovsky,’ Mrs Armitage said. ‘Tess, Ricky, Noah, Imran, Harrison, Joelle.’

The class chattered as they took their seats, no one quite satisfied with where they’d been placed.

‘Quiet now,’ Mrs Armitage said.

Edie stuck her hand up.

‘It’s Edie, isn’t it?’

‘Yes, miss. I think there’s been a mistake, miss. I always sit next to Tess.’

‘Tess?’

‘My twin.’

‘No mistake,’ Miss Armitage said.

‘But we always sit together.’

Miss Armitage pursed her lips.

‘You know, Edie, in many schools, twins are put in separate classes altogether. I’ve put you on tables according to your ability. At your next school, I doubt you’ll be in any of the same classes.’

Deanne sniggered.

‘So I suggest you need to acclimatise to being a whole ten feet apart,’ Miss Armitage concluded.

Deanne’s shoulders were shaking hard. Edie glanced at Tess, who was staring determinedly at the table.

‘Now,’ Miss Armitage said, ‘I’m handing out your new textbooks for English and maths. Your first homework will be to cover them in wallpaper to prevent their getting damaged. It will be your own responsibility to keep the books in good condition until the end of term.’

She stood up and opened a cupboard, her back to the classroom.

Deanne turned to Edie and rubbed her eyes as if crying.

‘Boohoo. I can’t be next to my sister all the time.’

Edie kicked her under the table. Deanne yelped.

‘What’s that?’ Miss Armitage spun around.

‘Nothing, miss.’

Deanne glowered at Edie.

Miss Armitage returned to retrieving armfuls of books from the cupboard.

‘I’ll get you for that,’ Deanne said.

*

Until the morning break, Miss Armitage passed the time by explaining that the whole year was just a preparation for ‘big school’. Edie couldn’t help wondering if calling Bridges Academy, where most of them were heading, ‘big school’ was helpful in making them feel more grown up.

She flicked through her new maths textbook. Whenever she looked over to Tess, she was staring out of the window. It wasn’t surprising she’d fallen behind. She never listened in any class except art.

At last the bell rang. Tess was waiting for her at the door and they ran outside to catch up with Raquel, eager to hear about her new class. Deanne and Caitlin were waiting at the entrance to the playground with a handful of hangers-on. Deanne whispered something in Caitlin’s ear, a smirk on her face.

Caitlin swaggered towards them. Edie caught a whiff of the slightly sweet-stale odour from her clothes. She wrinkled her nose and stepped backwards.

‘If it isn’t the famous twins,’ Caitlin said. ‘I heard you cried when you weren’t put on the same table.’

‘Shut up, Caitlin.’

‘Bet you’re gonna marry the same bloke, all share the bed together.’

Titters rose from the hangers-on. Edie pushed past Caitlin. It was a mistake. Caitlin turned around and moved across, separating her from Tess.

‘I don’t believe you’re twins anyway. Look how small she is.’ Caitlin jerked her head backwards to mean Tess. ‘Reckon she’s adopted.’

‘Yeah,’ Deanne said. ‘From the special unit.’

Edie tried to push back to Tess but Caitlin stood firm. Edie glanced around.

‘Looking for Raquel? Not coming out till lunchtime. Miss Clitheroe’s keeping her back. In trouble already.’

Tess looked frightened. She was shorter than the other girls, who had begun nudging her with their shoulders.

‘She’s not special and she’s not adopted,’ Edie said.

‘Just thick then?’ Caitlin said.

‘Smarter than you.’

‘I could do it if I wanted. Can’t be bothered. Her, she’s just stupid. Staring into space like some retard.’

Edie felt her face getting hot. Tess was no longer visible among the surrounding girls.

‘Actually, I do believe you,’ Caitlin said. ‘She’s not adopted. If there’s more than one it’s bound to happen. Like puppies. There’s always a runt.’

Caitlin threw her head back and opened her mouth to laugh. She was cut short by a small fist, darting out from the group of girls and smashing into her nose. Caitlin looked more surprised than hurt, until another fist drove into her mouth. Blood spurted across her face and down her blouse. She fell to the ground. Tess jumped on her. It was like a terrier attacking a bear. Caitlin’s thick arms flailing around, unable to stop the blows being rained upon her by Tess’s skinny ones. Deanne tried to drag her off and received an elbow to her nose. She fell backwards and started whimpering.

Edie stood, stunned and motionless. Tess had always relied on others to fight her battles. Edie was about to try and stop Tess, when Mr Everett dragged her off. Tess spun round, her bloodied fists balled, her arms straight and tense. For one moment, Edie thought she was going to hit Mr Everett. Her eyes bore into him, then she brought her fists to her face and started crying. Deanne was also crying, while Caitlin lay gasping on the floor.

‘She just attacked me. For no reason,’ Caitlin said.

Tess pointed to Caitlin.

‘She said, she said …’

But Tess couldn’t finish her sentence.