Buried Alive! by Jacqueline Wilson Page B

was told. I felt this quick dab on my cheek. I
think
she kissed me. But when I opened my eyes she’d already darted right across the sand towards the rocks.

Chapter Six

    BISCUITS WAS VERY huffy indeed when Kelly and I climbed back onto the ordinary beach. I kept telling him this and telling him that but he wouldn’t answer. I tried cracking some of our extra-funny jokes but he wouldn’t even smile.
    Kelly absolutely fell about laughing and said ‘Oh Tim, you are
funny
.’
    Biscuits became even less friendly. He chatted to Kelly’s little brother Dean instead. He helped him finish a giant tube of Smarties and in return he built Dean a little boat in the sand just big enough for him to sit in. He encouraged Dean to hold the empty Smarties packet up to his eye like a telescope.
    It was a very
basic
boat.
    â€˜Shall we make it into a proper boat?’ Isuggested. ‘What sort of boat do you want it to be? Is it a rowing boat or a sailing boat or maybe a big ocean-going liner?’
    â€˜I bet you’ve done a special project on blooming boats,’ said Biscuits. ‘It’s just a little sand boat for Dean, OK?’
    â€˜Yeah. It’s my boat, not your boat,’ said Dean.
    â€˜Leave the little boys with their soppy boats and come and swim, Tim,’ said Kelly, trying to pull me away.
    I dithered, desperate to keep in with both Biscuits and Kelly. Eventually we all went in for a swim. Kelly’s mum’s boyfriend Dave even dangled Keanu in up to his ankles.
    Kelly was a seriously super swimmer, much better than Biscuits or me. She showed off rather a lot, and kept challenging us to races. She won every time. Biscuits stopped competing. He lay on his back and practised spouting like a whale. I tried too but I couldn’t get the knack of spouting. The water went in instead of out and I had a major choking fit. I retreated to the shallows after that and hung around, getting a bit shivery.
    I was even more shivery by the time we’d all got out and got dressed.
    â€˜We all need to run about and get warm,’ said Dad. ‘I know. French cricket!’
    But luckily my mum and Kelly’s mum came back from their trip to the market just then and they’d bought
hot dogs
. They were only lukewarm dogs actually, but they still tasted great, and it stopped Dad banging on about cricket. Even Biscuits cheered up a little – but he looked anxious after he’d eaten his hot dog in three great big bites.
    â€˜That’s not
lunch
, is it?’ he said.
    Mum sighed. ‘You and your stomach, Biscuits,’ she said. But she was in a very good mood after her trip out. She had lots of carrier bags full of shoes and tops and trousers and underwear. She also had
another
carrier full of food.
    â€˜Picnic,’ she said.
    â€˜Is it for us lot too?’ said Kelly.
    â€˜No Kelly, you know we said we’d find a nice pub with a garden,’ said Kelly’s mum, trying a new T-shirt on Dave. It had a rude message on it. She’d bought him some new underpants too with an even
ruder
message.
    Kelly’s mum and Kelly’s mum’s boyfriend Dave tried to get my mum and dad to go to the pub too. My mum said they were welcome to share our picnic on the beach if they wanted. She seemed much friendlier with Kelly’s mum now – though she frowned at Kelly’s mum’s boyfriend Dave’s new naughty underpants.
    â€˜There might not be enough picnic to go round,’ said Biscuits.
    He was very relieved when Kelly’s mum and Kelly’s mum’s boyfriend Dave and Kelly herself and Dean and Keanu all went off to the pub while we stayed on the beach. Kelly wanted to go to the pub for pizza and chips but she was very cross to leave us behind. Well . . .
me
.
    â€˜I can come back to see Tim after lunch, can’t I?’ she said.
    â€˜We’ll see, pet. We might go on a fishing trip or something,’ said Kelly’s