'Unforgettable' Guardian 'Stop it! You're all behaving like animals! Worse than animals – like blankers!'Sephy is a Cross: dark-skinned and beautiful, she lives a . Jun 9, [PDF] Download Noughts & Crosses: Book 1 (Part1 of Noughts & Crosses Trilogy ) New Release. Callum is a nought - a colourless member of the underclass who were once slaves to the Crosses. Against a Malorie-Blackman-Classroom-Notespdf .
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every single Cross and not a single nought?' or 'What if there was a revolution and all the Crosses were overthrown? Killed. Wiped off the face of the planet. Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman - extract. Document. Pages. Notes. Text. Zoom. CLOSE. Previous for “” Next. p. 1. Loading Loading. p. 2. Loading. Synopsis: Callum is a Nought--a second-class citizen in a world run by the ruling Crosses Sephy is a Cross, daughter of one of the most powerful men in the.
And it's probably the same on other planets too. Mother was one of those 'refined' women who could make the quiet closing of a door as forceful as a slam. Dad looked at her and burst out laughing. Every time I came back from Scphy's, I flinched at the sight of the shack that was meant to be my home. Show them we're just as good as they are,' Dad continued.
I tilted my head to the right. Callum did the same. He was moving his head like he was my reflection or something. I put my hands on Callum's face to keep it still and dead centre. Besides, how should I know? I moved forward to resume my original position. Keeping my lips tight together, I wondered what I should do with them. Purse them so that they stuck out slightly? Or should I smile to make them seem wider and more appealing? I'd only ever practised kissing with my pillow.
This was a lot different - and seemed just as silly! Callum's grey eyes were open too. I was going cross-eyed trying to keep my focus on his face. And then his lips were touching mine.
How funny! I'd expected Callum's lips to be hard and dry and scaly like a lizard's skin. But they weren't. They were soft. Callum closed his eyes. After a moment, I did the same. Our lips were still touching. Callum's mouth opened, making mine open at the same time. Callum's breath mingled with mine and felt warm and sweet. And then without warning his tongue was touching mine. It's meant to. Let's try it again.
That's the thing about Callum - he looks at me a certain way and I'm never quite sure if he's laughing at me. Before I could change my mind, Callum's lips were already on mine — and just as soft and gentle as before. His tongue flicked into my mouth again. After a brief moment of thinking ughl I found that it wasn't too bad.
In fact it was actually quite nice in a gross-to- think-about-but-OK-to-do sort of way. His tongue licked over mine. It was warm and wet but it didn't make me want to heave. And then my tongue did the same to him. I began to feel a little strange. My heart was begin- ning to thump in a peculiar, hiccupy way that made me feel like I was racing down a roller-coaster, roaring out of control.
Someone was tying knots with my insides. I pulled away. I didn't know why, but I couldn't help it. I relaxed into a smile. I turned back to the sea. It shone like a shattered mirror, each fragment reflecting and dazzling.
It never ceased to amaze me just how beautiful the sand and the sea and the gentle breeze on my face could be. My family's private beach was my favourite place in the whole world. And I was here with my favourite person. I turned to look at Callum. He was looking at me, the strangest expression on his face. At first I thought that Callum wasn't going to answer.
Hopping on the first boat or plane you come across and just letting it take you away. So where could I go? I'm not. We both sat in silence for a while longer. But then, what did I expect? You're exciting, scintillating, overwhelming company! Dream on, Sephy!! The sun was too warm and the sea was too blue to do any schoolwork.
Why do we still have to do this?
Why was he so cynical about my school? You've got nothing to worry about. You're in now. The school accepted you. Maybe you'll be in my class. Oh, I do hope so,' I said eagerly. You shouldn't answer a question with a question,' he teased.
Taking me by surprise, Callum pushed me over onto the sand. Indignant, I scrambled up to kneel in front of him. Not at all. We looked at each other and burst out laughing. I stopped laughing first. I'm not a baby. In six months' time I'll be sixteen and they're still sticking me in with twelve- and thirteen-year-olds.
How would you like to be in a class with kids at least a year younger than you? You're all at least a year behind and 'And whose fault is that? I didn't mean to bite your head off. None of them got in,' Callum replied. I wanted to say sorry and I had no idea why. Callum sighed. Maths or History? I like Maths. How could anyone in their right mind like Maths?! Languages were my favourite subjects, followed by Human Biology and Sociology and Chemistry.
Maths fought with Physics for the subject I liked the least. Maths it is. It's the universal language. Look at how many different languages are spoken on our planet. The only thing that doesn't change, no matter what the language, is Maths. And it's probably the same on other planets too. We'll use Maths. Sometimes when I talked to him, the seventeen months between us seemed to stretch to seventy years. You're giving me a headache.
You should free your mind and think about other cultures and other planets and oh, I don't know, just think about the future. And my mind is quite free enough.
Callum's words hurt. Why did they hurt? Not if we don't want to be, we aren't. Callum shuffled closer until his arm and mine were touching. His skin was warm, almost hot - or was it mine? It was hard to tell.
I handed him the book and watched as the pages on polygons instantly caught and held his attention.
Callum was the one person in the world I could tell anything and everything to without having to think twice about it. So why did I now feel so. Like he was leaving me behind? He suddenly seemed so much older, not just in years but in the things he knew and had experienced. His eyes were a lot older than fifteen. My eyes were different - they reflected my exact age, less than one month away from my fourteenth birthday.
Not a day less and certainly not a day more. I didn't want things to change between us - ever. But at that moment I felt as if I might as well stand on the beach and command the sea never to move again. I shook my head, telling myself not to be so silly. Nothing would ever come between me and Callum. I wouldn't let it. Neither would Callum. He needed our friendship just as much as I did. That was a strange way to put it. As a friendship both of us needed?
That didn't make any sense at all. I had friends at school. And a huge, extended family with cousins and aunts and uncles, and plenty of great whatevers and great- great whatevers to send Christmas and birthday cards to. But it wasn't the same as Callum and me.
Callum glanced up impatiently. I smiled at him. After a brief puzzled look, he smiled back. Then I had a brilliant idea. I haven't been to your house in ages and I could always phone up Mother once I'm there and. He'd started shaking his head the moment the suggestion had left my mouth.
He picked up my bag and slung it over his shoulder. I frowned at Callum. Let's leave it for a while - OK? Aren't I welcome? But the beach is better,' Callum shrugged and set off. I immediately shut up. I seemed to have an acute case of foot-in-mouth disease today. We walked back in silence. Up the stone steps, worn to satin smoothness by the procession of centuries of feet and along the cliff side, heading further and further inland, away from the sea.
I looked across the open grassland towards the house which dominated the view for kilometres around. My parents' country house. Seven bedrooms and five reception rooms for four people. What a waste. Four people in such a vast house - four lonely peas rolling about in a can. We were still some distance from it but it rose like an all-seeing giant above us. I pretended I didn't see Callum flinch at the sight of it.
Is it any wonder I preferred the laughter of his house to the dignified silence of my own? We walked on for wordless minutes until Callum's steps slowed and stopped altogether. What's wrong? Give me a hug? After a moment's hesitation, I decided not to ask. Callum looked different.
What I'd thought of as a permanent teasing sparkle in his eyes when he looked at me was gone without a trace. His eyes were storm-grey and just as troubled. He ran his fingers over his short-cut, chestnut brown hair in a gesture that seemed almost nervous.
I opened my arms and stepped towards Callum. He was holding me, squeezing me too tightly but I didn't say a word. I held my breath so it wouldn't hurt so much. Just when I thought I'd have to gasp or protest, Callum suddenly let me go.
In our usual place? He was already walking away. What's the ma. I watched my best friend tear away from me, his hands over his ears. What was going on? I carried on walking up to the house, my head bent as I tried to figure it out. Mother came hurtling down the steps, her ex- pression dour and fierce — as always. She'd obviously not had as many glasses of wine today as she normally did, otherwise she wouldn't be in such a bad mood.
I turned back to where Callum had been, but he was already out of sight - which was just as well. Mother grabbed my arm with bony fingers that bit like pincers. I was down on the beach. I told you not to wander off today. I tried to bend to rub my bruised skin but Mother was still dragging me.
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