The Real Rebecca (23 page)

‘Rebecca!’ said my mother. ‘I’m parking illegally here!’ I could see Cass and Alice in the back seat tapping her on the shoulder and whispering urgently in her ear.

‘I’m coming!’ I said. ‘So … will I see you on Friday?’

‘Definitely,’ said Paperboy. ‘And maybe we can arrange to meet somewhere less, um, full of your angry relatives.’

‘Okay,’ I said. He grinned at me and kissed me on the cheek.

‘See you then,’ he said, and headed back into the venue. He had just reached the door when I remembered something.

‘Hey!’ I called out. ‘I know this is ridiculous but … what’s your name?’

He laughed and turned back for a second.

‘It’s …’ And just as he spoke my horrible, awful
embarrassing mother blasted the car horn. By the time she’d stopped blasting he was inside the building and I had to get in the car, where Cass and Alice shrieked so loudly my mother threatened to kick us all out. Which is just like her. I can’t believe she’s done it again! Just when I thought she had stopped disgracing me in public.

I also can’t believe I have been kissed by Paperboy and I still don’t know what his name is.

Oh well.

I’ll find out on Friday.

Anna Carey is a freelance journalist from Drumcondra in Dublin who has written for the
Irish Times, Irish Independent
and many other publications. Anna joined her first band when she was fifteen and went on to sing and play with several bands over the next fifteen years. Her last band, El Diablo, released two albums and toured all over the country. This is her first book.