The Boy Who Disappeared and Other Stories

By Rob Keeley

Ellis is annoying Isla... but suddenly he isn’t there...

Oscar’s written what he thinks about everyone... and left the paper in a library book...

Fletcher becomes a hero to Suzie... Tessa takes action when her school bans hugging...

Holly Class wind up Pine Class on Transition Day...

Paul really doesn’t want to go to big school...

Myra hates her new school... until she meets Shane...

And more...

A brand-new collection of short stories from award-winning children’s and YA author Rob Keeley.

Includes Guess What? – shortlisted for Best Short Story 2022 at the Searchlight Writing for Children Awards – and two new Liam and Justin stories. Suitable for the 8-12s, and with primary and secondary school stories, this collection is fast, funny and packed with twists and turns.

“Charming, well-written stories for middle readers, set in a contemporary world of school and friendships... These are realistic situations and pleasing stories which entertain and amuse.” Rubery Book Award Judges

• Language: English
• Publisher: Troubador Publishing Ltd
• Release date: Mar 28, 2023
• ISBN: 9781803137902

Rob Keeley

Rob Keeley is an award-winning author of children’s novels, short stories and picture books, including the Spirits series. Other credits include the award-listed stage play Mr. Everyone, and Chain Gang and Newsjack for BBC Radio. He holds author workshops in schools and libraries, and teaches Creative Writing to children and adults.

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Contents

The Boy Who Disappeared

Hold The Front Page

Guess What?

The Midnight Feast

The Hero

The Arms Race

Onward and Upward

Last Day

The Real David Ashwood

A School Knight

A Present from Owen

The Boy Who Disappeared

Now, Year Six, we’re very pleased to meet someone new. Ellis has come all the way from Leicester. So let’s give him a big welcome to our class.

Isla looked at Ellis. He was a big, stocky, red-faced boy, with dark brown hair and a green jumper that wasn’t quite the school sweater. He didn’t speak, and looked rather solemn. She felt sorry for him, coming into a new school, knowing no one. She made a space for him next to her.

It was only when they were doing English that things began to happen. Ellis was quietly doing his work, when Isla felt something go:

flick!

at her ponytail.

Isla washed her hair every day. She had seven hair-bands, all the same. She hated anyone else touching her hair.

She looked at the window. It wasn’t open very far in February, but maybe there was a draught.

She worked on. Then she felt a flick! again.

It was him, she was sure. He was staring down at his book, and his big red hands were on the table. But a minute later, when she stopped watching… flick!

She gave Ellis a look.

A big, cheeky grin spread across his face.

At lunchtime, he was there again, just behind her in the queue. There was one shortbread biscuit left, with icing and sprinkles on the top, just the way Isla liked it. She was next in line, and it was hers.

She took one glance towards the drinks.

Then she looked back, and the biscuit had gone.

She turned to see Ellis, munching and smirking.

The dinner lady hadn’t noticed. No one seemed to notice Ellis.

They did Technology in the afternoon, and nothing else happened. But she saw Ellis grinning at her.

At home, the TV news was gloomy.

There are two cases in the UK, but it’s under control. It’s just like the flu. We’ll be fine, as long as we wash our hands…

Isla washed hers a lot, and sang the birthday song to herself. She had no sisters or brothers.

The next morning, Ellis was getting worse. Isla’s ponytail was still within easy reach, and she felt him going flick, flick, flick, all the way through Algebra. Isla was starting to go as red as he was. He was going to suffer for this…

Then came the pencil sharpener. It was a very fancy one, which Isla had bought in the gift shop at the airport. It was covered with little flags, and played three different National Anthems. Everyone needed Isla’s special permission to use it.

It was on the table in front of her during Geography, and then it wasn’t. Isla searched her pencil case, her bag, all her pockets, so there could be no mistake.

She knew it was him, but she couldn’t prove it, and she wasn’t going to snitch on a new boy.

She looked darkly at him. His big, brown eyes were full of mischief.

He was doing things for the rest of that day, sliding her chair away when she was about to sit down, moving her bookmark to the other end of the book, poking at her pencil case until he nearly broke the zip. Those hands of his never kept still.

Finally, at the end of the day, Mrs Lee was making announcements, when Isla felt one enormous:

flick!

and she kicked out, under the table, and hit Mikele by mistake. Mikele gave a massive scream, and clutched her ankle, and Isla got sent to Mrs Conteh’s office.

She went home, boiling with rage.

That boy… that boy… that boy…

Then suddenly, the lockdown came, and he wasn’t there anymore. And neither was school. Isla found herself having lessons in the living room, talking to Mrs Lee online.

She enjoyed it, for the first few days. It was nice and quiet. No stupid boys taking her stuff or messing with her hair. She went on with her Maths and English, and did P.E. with Joe. It was quiet… it really was very quiet.

This couldn’t be for long? They only had a few months left. This virus was killing the rest of their time at primary school. She asked Mrs Lee, but even she didn’t know.

We’ll just have to wait and see.

Isla watched every bulletin.

Fourteen more cases. Three more deaths. But we’re going to get through this! We’re here for you. Don’t panic buy, work from home, support bubbles, blah blah blah…

Isla didn’t think anyone knew what was happening.

Mum and Dad were both furloughed, and it was weird, having them at home all day. All the food was being delivered, and Mum said they had to watch the bills. Isla phoned a few people from school, had video calls with Nan, but felt oddly that there was something missing.

One day, she felt the draught blow her hair. Maybe Ellis’s ghost was here, giving her ponytail a phantom flick.

She wondered what he was doing. Were his parents working? What was he having for breakfast? Was he doing his work? Was he using her pencil sharpener? Would she ever see him again?

Why did she even care?

She would have quite liked to get in touch. Just to see how he was. But she didn’t know how.

She had never even talked to him…

Then the end of the summer term neared, and they were back at school! But not real school. Socially-distanced school. There was striped tape on the floors, and everyone spent even more time washing their hands. Isla wondered if she were still asleep at home, dreaming about school, because nothing seemed real.

Ellis was there, in the same old scruffy green jumper. When Isla sat down, two metres from him, he gave her a grin. He couldn’t do anything, because he couldn’t come near. She still hated him, like she hated all boys, but at least they were able to talk. His Dad was out of work now. His Mum was a hairdresser – that made sense! – worried about how her business would keep going. His eyes still looked wicked. She could see he was longing to mess with her hair. She gave him a warning glare.

Then it was the end of term, with a farewell outdoor Assembly and a burger and fries, and their time at primary school was over. Isla felt she’d been robbed. Someone had stolen part of her childhood.

Then September came, and it was time for secondary school. This year had turned into a rollercoaster. Isla felt very smart and grown-up in her dark blue blazer and trousers, yet she felt she was too young to be here. She knew a few people from her old school, but none of them was in her form. Everyone was still seated apart. She felt there was a big space beside her, where someone should be. She kept thinking somebody had flicked her hair, yet when she looked round, there was no one there.

One evening, she felt very alone and afraid, and rang five different people from her old class, trying to find a way to contact Ellis. In the end, she got his landline number. But still she didn’t call.

What was wrong with her? She hated him… didn’t she?

The next evening, Nan came on for a video chat, and Isla told her the whole story. Nan just smiled, and said:

"Oh, Isla. Why do boys show off, in front of girls?"

Isla went straight off and rang the number.

She talked a lot more to Ellis after that, on the phone and on video, with his big tomato face filling her screen. He was at a boys-only school, and hating it. His Dad was still jobless. His big brother Tyrone had started work at a new supermarket…

Then, in the New Year, someone very clever found a vaccine, and life began to return to normal. People were finally able to meet again, and Isla rang Ellis and asked him round for tea.

He came, in a black tracksuit over a football shirt, with a cheap signet ring, gleaming white trainers and no socks. Isla thought it must be his best suit. It was the first time they’d met since last summer. He said:

Miss me, did you?

and grinned all over his stupid face when Isla blushed.

He ate two plates of chicken and rice, and three chocolate cake bars, and pinched the only orange one before she could get it, and burped loudly, and kept defeating her on the games console, and fiddled with her DJ robot and broke it, and was just as annoying as he had been last year.

Finally, he said:

Missed you too.

and slapped his hand down on her palm, as if doing a low-five.

When he took it away, Isla saw her pencil sharpener there.

They sat watching TV together. There was nothing about the virus now.

Then Isla felt him go:

Flick!

This story was written in late 2020

Hold The Front Page

So, this book review of yours, Oscar. Mrs Hoyle picked up a single sheet of paper from her desk. There are one or two questions I’d like to ask you about it.

Standing in front of the teacher’s desk, Oscar was shuffling his feet, continuing a hole in the carpet which many other pupils had started.

He looked at the paper. He’d written the review quickly, on the morning it was due to be handed in, and his handwriting wasn’t his best. It looked as if a centipede had taken a bath in some ink before going for a walk across the paper.

For genre you’ve written book. I was hoping for a bit more detail, Oscar. Mrs Hoyle picked the book up from alongside the review. Then there’s What happens? where you’ve written something oddly like the blurb printed on the back of the book. Only shorter.

Oscar looked at the floor.

For What did you think of it? Mrs Hoyle went on, you’ve written Very good. And for What was your favourite part? you’ve written All of it.

Her voice was growing louder, and kids at a nearby table were grinning. Selina aimed a very superior smile in Oscar’s direction. Her review had got a gold star and was already up on the wall. Oscar couldn’t scowl at her without Mrs Hoyle seeing.

But the most interesting part, Mrs Hoyle said, is where you were asked your favourite character and you’ve written Sam. When asked why, you’ve put: He was very funny. Do you still think that, Oscar?

Oscar shrugged. Yeah.

Well, that’s interesting. Because the Sam in the book… is actually a girl. Samantha. And she betrays her whole family and gets them arrested by the Secret Police. While the planet Earth lies in ruins. You found that hilarious, did you, Oscar?

Oscar said nothing. But he could still see Selina smiling.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think you’ve actually read this book? Mrs Hoyle handed the book to Oscar. Now, I want you to take this home tonight, and instead of watching TV or going on the Internet or whatever you young people do these days, I want you to read. And I want to see a review of what you’ve read, first thing tomorrow. At least three chapters, Oscar. All right? And you can take the book back to the library when you’ve finished.

Yes, miss.

Oscar’s