Taken from The Boy Who Rescues Pigeons.
It was a girl.
Long, waist-length brown hair framed a face that was impish and open. Probably no more than ten years old, he was struck by the way she held herself in the open doorway; looking out without yet venturing out, as if curious about what the day held in store for her.
She is part of the new family that’s moved into Josh’s house, Lucas thought. Except of course that it wasn’t Josh’s house at all any more, was it? He looked away, speeding up his pace, wanting to avoid having to acknowledge that things had moved so far on; that Josh had moved so far on…
“I know who you are,” a voice at his side said brightly.
Without even looking down, he knew it was her, the stranger from the house. Taller than most other girls her age, she also seemed to lack their customary shyness.
“I don’t know you and I don’t want to know you. And you don’t know me either,” he put in for good measure.
“Well maybe not know exactly,” she acceded, “but I have seen you.”
“Seeing isn’t knowing,” he ramped up the pace once more, an image of Hugh Grant blazing across his inner vision like an incitement to war.
“I’m Molly. Molly Hickling. What’s your name?”
“Go away,” he hissed through clenched teeth.“Well that’s a dumb name, Go Away!” She managed to make it sound as if she really thought that was his name. It was only the smallest stifled giggle on the end of her words that gave the game away.
Molly is my newest character and I think she has some important things to say...