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‘It’s like Buckingham Palace！’ Lauren shrieked from the back； and Krystal’s mouth had formed a round O； she had been as unaffected as a child sometimes。
All of their parents； and Krystal’s great…grandmother； were waiting at the finishing line； wherever that was。 Sukhvinder was sure that she was not the only one who felt small； scared and inferior as they approached the entrance of the beautiful building。
A woman in academic dress came swooping out to greet Mr Fairbrother； in his tracksuit。
‘You must be Winterdown！’
‘Course ’e’s not； does ’e look like a fuckin’ buildin’？’ said Krystal loudly。
They were sure that the teacher from St Anne’s had heard； and Mr Fairbrother turned and tried to scowl at Krystal； but they could tell that he thought it was funny； really。 The whole team started to giggle； and they were still snorting and cackling when Mr Fairbrother saw them off at the entrance to the changing rooms。
‘Stretch！’ he shouted after them。
The team from St Anne’s was inside with their own coach。 The two sets of girls eyed each other across the benches。 Sukhvinder was struck by the other team’s hair。 All of them wore it long； natural and shiny： they could have starred in shampoo adverts。 On their own team； Siobhan and Niamh had bobs； Lauren’s hair was short； Krystal always wore hers in a tight； high pony tail； and Sukhvinder’s was rough； thick and unruly as a horse’s mane。
She thought she saw two of the St Anne’s girls exchange whispers and smirks； and was sure of it when Krystal suddenly stood tall； glaring at them； and said； ‘S’pose your shit smells of roses； does it？’
‘I beg your pardon？’ said their coach。
‘Jus’ askin’；’ said Krystal sweetly； turning her back to pull off her tracksuit bottoms。
The urge to giggle had been too powerful to resist； the Winterdown team snorted with laughter as they changed。 Krystal clowned away； and as the St Anne’s crew filed out she mooned them。
‘Charming；’ said the last girl to leave。
‘Thanks a lot；’ Krystal called after her。 ‘I’ll let yer ’ave another look later； if yeh want。 I know yeh’re all lezzers；’ she yelled； ‘stuck in ’ere together with no boys！’
Holly had laughed so much that she had doubled over and banged her head on the locker door。
‘Fuckin’ watch it； Hol；’ Krystal had said； delighted with the effect she was having on them all。 ‘Yeh’ll need yer ’ead。’
As they had trooped down to the canal； Sukhvinder could see why Mr Fairbrother had wanted the venue changed。 There was nobody but him here to support them at the start； whereas the St Anne’s crew had lots of friends shrieking and applauding and jumping up and down on the spot； all with the same kind of glossy long hair。
‘Look！’ shouted Krystal； pointing into this group as they passed。 ‘It’s Lexie Mollison！ Remember when I knocked yer teeth out； Lex？’
Sukhvinder had a pain from laughing。 She was glad and proud to be walking along behind Krystal； and she could tell that the others were too。 Something about how Krystal faced the world was protecting them from the effect of the staring eyes and the fluttering bunting； and the building like a palace in the background。
But she could tell that even Krystal was feeling the pressure as they climbed into their boat。 Krystal turned to Sukhvinder； who always sat behind her。 She was holding something in her hand。
‘Good…luck charm；’ she said； showing her。
It was a red plastic heart on a key…ring； with a picture of her little brother in it。
‘I’ve told ’im I’m gonna bring ’im back a medal；’ said Krystal。
‘Yeah；’ said Sukhvinder； with a rush of faith and fear。 ‘We will。’
‘Yeah；’ said Krystal； facing front again； and tucking the key…ring back inside her bra。 ‘No petition； this lot；’ she said loudly； so the whole crew could hear。 ‘Bunch o’ muff munchers。 Le’s do ’em！’
Sukhvinder remembered the starting gun and the crowd’s cheers and her muscles screaming。 She remembered her elation at their perfect rhythm； and the pleasure of their deadly seriousness after laughter。 Krystal had won it for them。 Krystal had taken away the home…ground advantage。 Sukhvinder wished that she could be like Krystal： funny and tough； impossible to intimidate； always ing out fighting。
She had asked Terri Weedon for two things； and they had been granted； because Terri agreed with everyone； always。 The medal that Krystal had won that day was around her neck for her burial。 The other request came； at the very end of the service； and this time； as he announced it； the vicar sounded resigned。
Good girl gone bad –
Take three –
Action。
No clouds in my storms …
Let it rain； I hydroplane into fame
in’ down with the Dow Jones …
Ｚei8。电子书
Her family half carried Terri Weedon back down the royal…blue carpet； and the congregation averted its eyes。
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First published in Great Britain in 2012 by Little； Brown and Hachette Digital
Copyright ？ J。K。 Rowling 2012
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