Radio silence alice oseman
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“We consider it our duty to give our young people access to the greatest opportunities on offer in the world today.” I hadn’t planned a speech and I wasn’t nervous. I was seventeen and head girl, and I was sitting backstage because it was my turn to speak on stage in two minutes. “We care about our students’ happiness and we care about their success,” said our head teacher, Dr Afolayan, in front of 400 parents and sixth formers on my Year 12 summer term parents evening. They’ve literally ruined people’s lives.”Ĭarys seemed to think about it, and then opened her mouth to reply, but ended up closing it again, and not saying anything. They’ve messed up so many people’s GCSEs and A levels, things that seriously affect people’s futures. “Why would they do this? They’ve destroyed so much hard work. It looks like the whole of C block and D block are … just … gone.” I crumpled my skirt in my hands. “It does matter.” It was at that moment that it all started to sink in. Really matter, does it? The end result is the same.” “D’you think it was those pranksters?” I said, referring to the anonymous bloggers who had been pranking our school for the past month with increasing ferocity. I stared for a moment more, and then went to join her. “Well, I guess the school burned down,” she said, and walked away to sit on the station bench. “How did we not see the smoke while we were on the train?” Carys asked. We could normally see our school from here, but today there was a cloud of smoke in the way. We turned round and stared at the town beyond, snowy and dead. I heard the distant screech of traffic, the wind above our heads, the flush of the station toilet and “The train now arriving at – Platform One – is the – 8.02 – to – Ramsgate,” snow being shovelled and a fire engine and Carys’s voice and … I heard the ticket gate guard explaining to an old man that the high-speed train to St Pancras was cancelled today due to the snow. I heard the rumbling of the train we’d just got off leaving the station, heading farther into town. We stood still and listened and I remember every single thing I heard in that moment. “You’re playing your music too loud,” she said, hooking a finger around the earphone’s wire and pulling it away from me. I think it might have been Animal Collective.Ĭarys laughed, which didn’t happen very often. “What?” I said, because I couldn’t hear anything except the music I was listening to through one earphone. “Can you hear that?” said Carys Last, halting in front of me so suddenly that I almost crashed into her. I wonder – if nobody is listening to my voice, am I making any sound at all? I am, after all, only a voice on a radio, and there may not be anyone listening. Please call me … please just call me Radio. Things in Universe City are not what they seem. I’m sending out this call via radio signal – long out-dated, I know, but perhaps one of the few methods of communication the City has forgotten to monitor – in a dark and desperate cry for help. ‘lonely boy goes to a rave’, Teen Suicide Why oh why is there work? I don’t- I don’t get it. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, down-loaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. All rights reserved.Īlice Oseman asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of the work.Ī catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.Īll rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. Lyrics from ‘lonely boy goes to a rave’ courtesy of Teen Suicide © 2013. The HarperCollins website address is: Copyright © Alice Oseman 2016Ĭover design © HarperCollins Publishers Ltd 2016
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