Telephone Box and a Bus Stop
Telephone Box and a Bus Stop
Becky Blunt is sitting in a grit-bin. She has cramp in her left arm, she can’t feel her feet and her school bag is digging into her bum. Today started out like any other for Becky, but things started going wrong from the moment she stepped out the front door. And when the bus stop
started spinning…she knew she was going mad!
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