Discover the power of creative writing to boost confidence and communication in neurodiverse learners.
We explore how one tutor’s tailored approach helped two young students unlock their imaginations and express their unique voices through storytelling.
At Bright Heart , we believe in celebrating each student’s unique voice and nowhere is this more evident than in creative writing. Below we share the stories of two neurodiverse students, with their writing journey facilitated by Keith, one of our English tutors. Keith brings warmth, wit and empathy to his tutoring and shares more about his approach and methodology.
While students may show initial resistance to creative writing, there are several benefits for persisting:
Keith introduces us to the worlds crafted by Charlie and Mark, who also include a short bio. We invite you to step into their imaginative worlds – one an epic zombie adventure filled with humour and twists, the other a mystery set in Madrid inspired by classic detective fiction. Along the way, you’ll also get a glimpse of Keith’s reflections on working with neurodiverse learners, and the importance of nurturing creative freedom.
Enjoy this celebration of young minds and the power of storytelling!
‘The more I am involved with neurodiversity in young people, the more I recognise the importance of two pivotal aspects of working with youngsters with a neurodiverse diagnosis.
Briefly stated these are:
It might be said that these two points appear obvious and should apply to teaching in general, but unfortunately, for a whole variety of reasons, this is not the case.
The benefits of this approach can most clearly be seen in one of the most important elements of anyone’s education: the ability to communicate.
The need to communicate is central to us all and, to this end, alongside the more technical aspects of language learning, I often (again; work with the individual in front of you. You might have to approach them differently)) encourage my students to write down (or type) what is in their heads without any social or grammatical constraints or concerns. There are very often whole stories, inspired snippets, unformed ideas, or segments of a tale, floating just below the surface and ready to go.
Very soon, you might be presented with a vision of great imagination which, as it has emerged from the students themselves, is directly relatable to them and provides a clearer, more personal means of helping them understand the reason for, and the importance of, the technical aspects of their language. They have a more immediate idea of how they want their writing to read/sound and, therefore, how spelling, punctuation, and grammar, might help them realise this.
With this in mind, I include here warts and all, the stories of 2 very different youngsters who are of about the same age and have varied processing differences, who took this idea and ran with it. Please bear in mind that both stories have gone through several editing steps that I try and inculcate in the students I work with, but that this process was undertaken by them alone with only the most minimal input from me. I think they are both great reads!’
So this is a tale with an unusual beginning, so let’s expect an unusual end. Are you ready? Because I am, so, this scenery looks nice enough. The sky was beaming benevolently on the unusual town. Everyone had their place to shine and oh ooooh, that doesn’t seem right. What’s this? Oh wait, sorry, that was a Billboard (and it fell on the antiquated undead. More on that later) Okay, so the real story is about two boys who outsmarted the apocalypse. Yes, the fate of the world is in the hands of two perfectly immature teenage boys. What could possibly go wrong? So let’s go back a few years before the zombie up rising (Before the world became hell for all life including you and me). Orchestra? Are you ready for this? Don’t embarrass me. DUN DUN DUN! Sorry, if you’re reading this book you know by now it was produced by an idiot.
So, this is where the whole thing began. Deep in a forest, and it wasn’t just a forest, it was the forest where it all began. I’m a bit scared, so I might leave you behind in here. Not any promises. So let’s go a bit further in. I’m getting scared already! I already have to close my eyes, it’s so bloodcurdling. Well I guess I’m gonna have to deal with it, there is no time to go back. We are right into the forest and now we come across a lab in the depths of the forest.
(orchestra, are you with me? DUN DUN DUN!)
Well, I don’t actually know that it’s a lab but I just wanna have some suspense. You can’t blame me. (Can you?)
Okay, we’re in the “lab”, well, don’t know how I got in there but this is the easiest way to keep the story going. (let’s pretend dynamite had no part in it) Now, take a right, and left, then left again, right, right, okay this is gonna go on forever, let’s just skip to the point. Now we’re here, we might as well get on with it. So they’re experimenting on dead bodies to see if you can bring them back to life, or in more ‘scientific’ terms, resurrect them.
You’re still not gone are you?Well, let’s just keep it going then. They put a body in plutonium and it was turned into a zombie life form that has no consciousness and certainly no structure (in its back). What developed was treacherous and deadly. It could hunt and sniff out blood over 1000 miles away. There was no chance that anyone could survive one of those unless they knew that the only nonlethal thing about was that it didn’t have any brain and you could probably move faster. Well, we don’t actually know, because no one ever attempted a running race with a zombie. It would be stupid to try because scientists don’t know its top speed but estimate one might run up to 10 miles an hour for hours. They estimate this because zombies use blood as their fuel. The DNA that had been examined so far, appeared to show a maliciously barbaric need to kill on sight anything the didn’t show signs of mutation.
So, one day it got out. At first, it didn’t do much but 3 seconds later it mutated. It was stronger, faster and more agile. There was nothing more lethal than this predator. I don’t really know if can call it a predator. First of all it doesn’t have a brain, or maybe it does just very, very, very little of it. And it doesn’t have a heart either spiritually or physically. Literally, it does not care for anything or anyone. Things got out of hand in a matter of seconds because it overran the lab. All of the lab people had either died, mutated into a zombie or succumbed to the toxic radiation coming off their bodies. Then, one day, it turned into a worldwide apocalypse and it couldn’t be stopped. There was nothing more dangerous than the things that Conquered the land. The people that remained, suffered. I feel that you might know more than I do so let’s go a few years ahead to see young Alan and Tom.
It started with Tom and Alan. They were two young boys and they both were smart and agile. No one could beat them no matter how hard they tried. They were just simply too good at sports. They were both around 16 when the apocalypse hit.
Tom was boarding up the windows and securing the library, but Alan was wandering around the second floor and looking at all the books and thinking to himself if he would be in one of those books 1 day. But sneaking up behind him was Tom to let him know that there was a breach in the library. Alan was very good with a knife and went down to investigate. It was a little zombie. It looked like it was a little kid before he had been infected with the virus. It said in a very deep voice “Alan, Alan, Alan”. Alan was puzzled that it knew his name . Alan approached it and took it out immediately but there was something familiar about it. It reminded him about when he went to school. Then he realised it was his friend from middle school. It was his friend Max. He was too scared to go near him but too ashamed to look away. He had killed his friend and that was something he couldn’t forgive himself for. Tom Came running down to see what happened. !When he saw Alan over the zombie he realised who it was. “Max!” he cried with sorrow in his eyes. Hoping it wasn’t true they left the horrible sight behind and turned and fled. They spent a few weeks making a zombie proof pathway to bury their dear friend Max. And this shows that the zombies are merciless. After this awful moment that they had just witnessed, they went back to fortify the library. When they finished they went out to explore, always aware of their surroundings.
They could hear a distant barking sound, and running up to them was there dog Riley.
“Riley!” cried Alan.” Riley!” called Tom. We thought you were going To find mum, and where is Olly? “Here!” cried Ollie. Oh yeah I forgot to mention Olly and Riley. Ollie was an orphan and they took Ollie in as their child and Riley was his dog.
All of them had very sharp senses and heard a zombie horde rushing towards them from the other side of the block. Tom Said with a grin ”Olly, get a gun, Preferably an AK-47.” Alan hopped onto the turret. “I will get a machine gun!”Together they Fought the horde off with Courage and some close calls like Tom’s foot nearly got bitten off. Don’t forget that the slightest scratch from a Zombie would turn you into one so it’s not like it was a dangerous situation or anything! 😏That’s it for now. Until the next time then …if there is one.😏
~This story has been published by a kid, aged 10, in a house aged 80.
The Gordon Homestead
Billy Gordon stared out of his bedroom window, the stars shone brightly in the dark sky, the moonlight shimmered on the horizon. Billy was a short boy, his brown hair covered his bright blue eyes. His shirt was tidy and unstained like it was washed that morning. He had soaking wet trousers on, knee length as he had been playing and splashing in puddles on the way to and from school. Billy wore newly made red shoes which he had bought at the shoe market during the sunny afternoon, yesterday. He sighed and turned to his brother, Matthew, who was lying on the top bunk, which was Billy’s bed, reading an old magazine. Matthew was a tall young boy at the age of 14 or 15 who wore only a scruffy looking shirt, sunglasses and jeans or shorts and trainers. “When do you think Mum will be home?” he asked Matthew, who wasn’t paying attention.
“No idea. She might be home now or later.” He replied lazily as he flipped the next page over. “I’m home!” came a voice outside their room. “Dinner is Brussel Sprouts and beans.” Elizabeth, who was the name of the boys’ mother, was a small women who had hair like spaghetti, her clothes all scruffy and plain.
“What, again?!?!” Matthew suddenly had the energy to throw the magazine off the bed, jump off the bunk and slam the door after him as he left his room. Billy stared after him in shock. He sighed, and went to greet his mother at the dinner table. He was tired of being poor all the time. He asked himself where the comfort they needed could be found, whilst their mum whistled cheerfully and cooked the food. “I have news!” Elizabeth Gordon exclaimed after giving her two sons a hug and setting the table. “I have entered our family into a raffle to win 3 tickets to the fanciest hotel in Madrid!”.
As she said this, a sluggish looking man entered the dining/living room. It was the boy’s father, still in his pyjamas. “Not for me, I’ll stay here!” he interjected. “ Oh Ben!” Elizabeth admonished, “Just sit down and eat your sprouts and beans when they are ready! It’s becoming a habit of yours, this sleeping in!”
“Why don’t you let me?”.
Billy thought “Here we go again with the arguing !” “OW! Mum, Dad! Matthew kicked my leg!” he cried out. “I did not!” Matthew protested. Elizabeth snapped angrily as she rose from her chair, “You two! Go to your room! And take your dinner with you! Every dinner, we have to put up with this! You will behave for the rest of the evening!”. Billy picked up his crooked paper plate with the sprouts and freshly made beans, and left for his room. His dinner wobbled around the plate as he moved. Matthew followed grumpily after his younger brother. Then, slowly, their mother sat back down on her chair and started to eat her meagre meal as she talked to her husband all night long.
The Cheating
The next morning was a bright one, the sun was bursting its rays around its surroundings. The trees outside woke up from their nightly slumber. Billy sat up, yawned, his arms stretched out as he did. Below him, Matthew pulled his hairy duvet over his head and moaned dreadfully. Billy strolled out of his room and sat at the table waiting for his family to prepare for breakfast. “William, where is your brother?” his mother asked Billy as she was heading towards the table. Her hands were filled with porridge mixed with scrambled eggs in brand new paper bowls. “He’s still in bed,” he answered. Elizabeth placed one of the bowls in front of her son and the rest were placed in the middle of the small, round table. She then walked into the brothers’ room.
At that moment, Billy’s father walked into the almost deserted living room and lowered himself into the chair on Billy’s left. He grabbed the bowl nearest to him and started to wolf his breakfast into his hungry stomach. Billy, who was gentler about eating, took a miniature bite. Elizabeth came out of the room and handed her husband a bowl of scrambled egged porridge. “Ben, I would like you to take in Matthew’s brekkie as he doesn’t feel well.” Elizabeth told the boys’ father. Ben was feeling reluctant, but he needed to help his unwell son. “OK, sure,” he replied. “And don’t think about eating it yourself!” she added. Ben sighed and went into the room. Elizabeth Gordon turned and looked at Billy’s bowl. It was empty! “You must have finished your breakfast quickly, Billy,” she said surprisedly, “Now, you must get ready for school,”
“OK, Mum.” Billy replied and entered his room.
Later that day, Matthew, who was feeling much better, strolled into the living room when he saw his mother walking out of the kitchen and into her room. She looked upset. “I should go see what the problem is,” Matthew thought. He went up to the door and knocked. “Come in,” a depressed voice answered. Matthew opened the door to see his mother lying on the bed. He asked as he walked into the room, “What happened?”.
“I lost our chance to win those three tickets in the raffle!” she sobbed. Then Elizabeth looked up at him. She sighed and flopped back onto her double bed. In that moment, someone knocked on the wooden door. “Mum, Dad, Matthew! I’m home!” called a voice from outside. It was young Billy Gordon. “Mum, Dad, Matthew! I’m home!” he repeated. Matthew called back, “Coming!”. He hopped as fast as he could to the front door and opened it for his little brother. At this, Billy raced into his room, his bag wide open. Matthew shut the door behind Billy and went back into his mother’s room. “What were you saying, Mum?” asked Matthew inquisitively. “The promoter didn’t read my number,” Elizabeth answered, bursting into tears. Matthew put his arm around her and patted her on the back. “Mum, I need help with a question!” Billy called from his room. “How many 5s go into 30?”
“6!” Matthew called back.
“Thank you!”.
KNOCK! KNOCK! Their father was home. “I’ll get it!” Billy sprang into the living room and towards the front door. Matthew turned to his mum and reassuringly said, “You take your time. I will take care of things for now,”.
“Don’t forget dinner is soon!” she replied, “I’ll take care of that!”
That evening, Billy, Matthew and their father were sat at the dinner table, waiting for their Brussel sprouts and Beans. There was no sign of the boys’ mum. They were all beginning to mutter to each other about this when, all of a sudden, she burst into the room with a shriek. “The winner of the raffle was caught cheating!” Elizabeth announced. “It was in the news!”. A silence fell over the dinner table. Matthew was the first person to leap to his feet. He was speechless. Billy stared wildly at his mother in disbelief. Ben Gordon snatched the newspaper from his wife’s hands and read the article at the front to himself. “It’s true!” he proclaimed to his family, “It’s all true! Here, Matthew, read it!”. He passed the newspaper to his eldest son, who had seated himself.
Matthew read the newspaper with amazement. When he finished, his jaw dropped. “Here, read it, Billy!”, Matthew chuckled with delight as he shoved the newspaper in his brother’s face. Billy picked up the newspaper and read. Then he leapt into the air. “It’s true! It is all true!”, Billy shouted and jiggled on the spot. Elizabeth jerked her head towards the direction of the kitchen and looked back at her excited son, “Alright, Billy, sit back down on your seat, food is arriving!”. Billy did as he was told and waited patiently for his dinner. As soon as dinner was served, Ben sighed and glanced around. He eyed the remote control on the floor next to his chair, took it and switched the TV on. Billy swivelled around so he was able to watch.
A man in a black suit appeared on the screen and started to talk as he made gestures with his hands. “Hey, he is the promoter that came from the raffle!”, Elizabeth cried out. “UNFORTUNATELY, I WAS INFORMED EARLIER THAT THE WINNER OF THE RAFFLE THAT WON THE THREE TICKETS TO THE FANCIEST HOTEL IN MADRID, WAS CAUGHT CHEATING BY A CAMERAMAN WHO FILMED THIS FOOTAGE…”, the TV announced as a video emerged onto the screen to show the deception in the raffle. The table gasped in shock. “…WHICH I NEEDED, TO RECLAIM THE TICKETS AND CONFISCATE THEM FROM THE GUILTY ONE..” the promoter continued. “Oh, get on with it!”, the boy’s father exclaimed impatiently as he got to his feet in fury. “Listen, Ben!”, Elizabeth answered back crossly. Ben looked pointedly at his wife and fell back into his chair. “…THEREFORE…”, the promoter continued, then paused. Matthew looked away from the TV and piled his sprouts onto his paper fork. His mother looked at him disapprovingly and he emptied his fork and left one on it. “…THEREFORE…”, the TV repeated, “WE HAVE A NEW WINNER, WHO HAS THE NUMBER…”. The Gordon family looked at the screen desperately. Finally the TV answered “NUMBER 25!”. Elizabeth leapt to her feet, the impact knocked her chair over. Following that, she picked her chair up, stood on it, and did a little dance. The boys and their father watched her in excitement. Then, when she realized they were watching her, she brought her dance slowly to a halt. “Excuse me,” Elizabeth whispered embarrassedly.
“Oh, look at the time! It’s bedtime already!” she cried. “ Now, if you will excuse me, I will retire to my room. Boys, pack your bags! We will leave for Madrid tomorrow morning!”. She added, “Ben, you too!”. Ben looked at her, stupefied. “I am not going!” he insisted, “There’s only three tickets!”, thinking he had won. Elizabeth Gordon looked at him blankly and said nothing. After two minutes, he muttered something under his breath and departed for his room sheepishly, as though his sheepdog had just told him off. Elizabeth followed him in. Billy stared after his parents. This was the spark of hope they needed as a family. He heard his mum celebrate in her room as he and Matthew wandered into their bedroom, looking forward to their journey.
The journey to Madrid
It was morning, the rays from the sun burst the boys’ shutters open as they shone brightly as they always do. All of a sudden, there was a shriek. “Boys! Boys! Wake up! Wake up! We’re leaving in five minutes!”. Billy fell off the top bunk with the excitement. Five minutes later, another shriek came from outside, “Cab is here!”. The two brothers raced out of their slightly dilapidated bungalow on Baker Street. Their cab rushed to Stansted Airport. One by one, they got out of the van shaped, black car, and picking up their luggage, they headed to the departure lounge.
Before being a full time dad, Benicio used to work as a pilot for an airline. When he flew last, it was a near-crash experience. He had never worked as a pilot ever since. “Sir, Sir!” a security guard told Ben as he woke up from daydreaming about the horrific memory. “Sir, you’re going to have to take that inflatable swimming ring off before going through security!”, the guard repeated. Ben looked confused. He didn’t know why he was wearing it in the first place, but he shook his head and squeezed through the body scanner.
The Gordon family sped towards the gate huffing and puffing as they went.
“Hello, everyone! We are flying to Madrid Airport. Safety demonstrations will be the next you see us do, after which you can access our onboard menu. Thank you for flying with us and have a good flight” the pilot announced. Billy picked up his favourite magazine and started to read. Matthew switched on the TV and ignored the demonstration. Elizabeth put her head on the table in front of her. Ben fell into the seat in front and began to snore unknowingly. A woman next to him, who was focusing on the demonstration, snarled angrily as she slapped Ben but to no effect. He carried on sleeping and snoring. The plane shot up into the sunny sky at such acceleration that Billy’s head ended up as the landing pad for another passenger’s large hat as it flew off their head. Billy dropped his magazine in confusion but quickly returned the hat to its rightful owner and continued reading once his brother had stopped laughing. The rest of the flight was boringly uneventful until they landed in Madrid.
Introductions
Having passed through customs into the arrivals lounge, Elizabeth eyed the name “Gordon” on a whiteboard and she pulled her family towards the driver holding it. “Hello there! You must be the lucky winner the raffle promoter told me about, yes?” the driver asked astutely in a strong Spanish accent. “H-How did you know?” Elizabeth asked in a puzzled voice, not realising she had the tickets in her hand. The driver walked them to his cab as he talked and talked to the family. The cab was a tall black car with shining windows as if it was newly washed. The seats were bright brown as the Gordon family sat on them. The driver sat at the front as he continued talking. “My manners! I didn’t introduce myself. I am Alessandro Rodriguez Volpe, but you can call me Alex, or Senor Rodriguez”. Alessandro Rodriguez was a young man with a gold coloured Panama hat which had covered his long, brown hair. He was a tall, thin person like the height of an average door, who had shoulders that were like corners of a room. His arms long, and muscular stretched across to the wheel like ropes tying a boat to the dock. Elizabeth felt like she was in safe hands.
As they pulled in by the great, enormous gates, the boys looked awe struck as they witnessed the luxurious exterior of the hotel. Alessandro and the family got out and walked into the foyer. Their mother wasn’t kidding when she mentioned “fanciest”. There, a family of three stood on the left in front of the magnificent entrance to the hotel restaurant which was guarded by two beautiful white orchid plants. There were two tall men and one woman standing and talking amongst themselves. “Tsk! When will we be given our keys, Frank?” the woman asked impatiently. “Now, now we’ll get them soon enough!” one of the men replied. The other man shook his head frustratedly.
“Hello!” Elizabeth cried suddenly. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Elizabeth, this is my husband, Ben and my two sons, Matthew and Billy!” she added enthusiastically. “Well, it wouldn’t hurt to introduce ourselves” the first man muttered to his friends. “I am Frederick Walker but you can call me Freddie!” he replied. “And I’m Nora De Souza and this is my husband, Frank!” the woman added. “Oh, are you from the US?” Elizabeth continued. As they talked and talked, Matthew noticed something going on behind him, Billy jerked his head to the left then to the right, and scurried through the magnificent restaurant without saying a word and headed up a set of stairs on the other side. “Oh no, Mum’s not going to be happy!”, Matthew mused thoughtfully as he stared after his brother. After a moment of not very deep thought, Matthew sprinted after his brother almost knocking a waiter’s tray onto the floor. Elizabeth yelled at the brothers after noticing they were gone. “BOYS! COME BACK”
Billy stopped when he heard the voice of his mother and he tripped over the last step of the third flight of stairs leading to the third floor. He looked up to see a hand which said “Guten Tag! I see you need help!”. The boy looked confused as he wasn’t used to hands talking to him. He grabbed it and it pulled him to his feet. Billy watched as a figure appeared in front of him. “Allow me to introduce myself, I am Simon Fischer. And you are?” he asked Billy. “Billy”, the timid boy replied hastily. “Billy! There you are!” a voice called out. It was his brother. He came panting like a dog who had been for a daily run. He flopped on the stairs with exhaustion. Simon helped him off the stairs as he introduced himself again. Simon was a short, hairy little man who had spiky hair that stuck out from his head like a hedgehog.
Matthew looked up when he noticed a small tear on Simon’s sleeve. “What… happened?” Matthew asked as he got to his feet. Simon stared at him for a moment or two. “What do you mean, what happened?” Simon asked slightly cross but confused. “Your arm. It looked like the sleeve was ripped.” Matthew answered. Simon glanced at Matthew then at his arm. “Ah! You noticed it too, ja*? Well, between the three of us, I don’t actually know. People kept pointing it out to me this morning! Must have ripped when I was getting dressed.”, he told the brothers.
Well, you are in luck! Our mother is a very good knitter! She knitted me a Christmas jumper last year!” Billy cried out. “And we could find the missing part!” added Matthew. Simon replied graciously, “I thank you too much, kids. Now, go back to your parents, they might feel worried sick about you!” and he walked downstairs to the lobby. As he disappeared, Elizabeth, who had previously followed the boys, approached her two excited sons. “There you are! I was wondering!”.
“Hello Mother! We were just talking to a German man! Who was it, Billy?”
“Something Fischer, Simon wasn’t it?”
“Yeah, I think it was!”
Elizabeth looked down the stairs and back at Billy and Matthew. “I think I saw him heading to the lobby with a ripped sleeve.” she stated. “Right, lets make our way to our room after our tiring trip. They entered into a magical suite which Mr Rodriguez arranged for them which backed onto the huge sparkling pool that shimmered in the light of the bright blue sky. Everyone had a king sized bed & Billy and Matthew squabbled over the one by the window. They all had their own bathrooms which they showered in and then the family adopted the Spanish tradition of having a siesta* in the afternoon before dinner.
*Ja is the German word for yes *Siesta is a Spanish afternoon nap
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Billy was pacing up and down in the lobby as Nora De Souza entered it and spotted him. Her face was dead pale, her hands covered her mouth in shock. Alessandro eyed her trembling and ran to her aid. “What is it, Senora?”, Alessandro inquired.
“It’s…it’s…your jewels on my bedside table. They’re gone!”.
“MY JEWELS! I lent them to you for the night! Why did you leave them on the bedside table? ” cried Alesandro. Billy’s jaw dropped when he heard the news. Simon, who heard the commotion from his table in the restaurant, rushed into the lobby and put his arm around Nora’s shoulder and patted her consolingly. Elizabeth and Ben rushed in after him, followed by Frank De Souza and Freddie Walker. A member of staff ran to the nearest bathroom and emerged with some paper towels and handed them to the sobbing woman. She nodded her head as she wiped her tears and smeared makeup off her face. Matthew, who had missed the action, emerged with a ripped cloth from the stairs. “Here Mr Fischer! Here is your ripped sleeve!” he called out. Simon sidled towards him as Frank lead his wife to a chair, the crowd looked at Matthew curiously. Simon explained the situation to him before exclaiming “My sleeve! My sleeve! Where did you find it?”.
“I found it in Mrs De Souza’s room!”
The assembled group gasped as Nora yelled “He took his jewels! He took his jewels! I just know it!”. She leaped at him, but Frank and Alessandro held her away from the suddenly panicked Simon. All of a sudden, she looked apologetically at him and turned to Matthew. “How did you know it was in my room? Maybe YOU framed him and stole them?”, Nora shouted at the boy at the top of the stairs to the restaurant, still being held back. Matthew spluttered, “I found the door wide open so I went in to see if everything was OK when I found the sleeve on the ground next to your bed.”
“Now, Now Mrs De Souza, sit back down, it will be OK. We will find the jewels” Freddie reminded her, “I know! We spilt up and find the thief. I will go with the two boys.”, he added. “Not so fast!” Elizabeth shouted from amongst the gathered crowd. “It’s OK, Mrs Gordon, I work well with children.” Freddie answered. “Please mum!” Billy pleaded to his mother.
“Oh alright!”
“Yay! Thank you!”
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