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Authors: Malorie Blackman

Betsey Biggalow Is Here!

Contents

Cover

About the Book

Title Page

Dedication

The Special, Special Trainers!

Betsey Biggalow Is Here!

Betsey and the Mighty Marble

Betsey’s Bad Day!

About the Author

Also by Malorie Blackman

Copyright

About the Book

“Have no fear! Betsey Biggalow is here!”

Meet Betsey Biggalow! She may be small, but she’s full of big ideas, like her HELP THE WORLD day. But botheration! No one seems to want her help . . . until she hears something that sounds like someone in trouble. Maybe someone
does
need her help after all!

Four funny adventures in the sunny Caribbean, perfect for building reading confidence.

For Neil and Lizzy, with love as always.

The Special, Special Trainers!

Betsey peered in through the shoe shop window. There they were! Her special trainers. Her magic trainers. With those trainers she wouldn’t just run, she’d
fly
! No one would be able to catch her in those extra special,
special
trainers.

“Betsey, come away from that window.” Gran’ma Liz frowned.

“Oh, Gran’ma Liz. Look! The trainers I was telling you about – they’re still there!” Betsey pointed.

“They’re going to stay there too!” Gran’ma Liz said. “Come on.”

“But I need a new pair of trainers,” said Betsey. “Mine are worn to nothing now.”

“I don’t know how you can get through the soles of your shoes so fast.” Gran’ma Liz tutted. “You must be eating them!”

“Gran’ma Liz, just look at these trainers. Look at the colours. Look at the laces. Look at the . . .”

“Look at the time!” Gran’ma Liz glanced down at her watch. “Come on, Betsey, or we’ll miss our bus.”

“But Gran’ma Liz . . .”

“Betsey, for the last time, I’m not buying you those trainers. For weeks now, all your mum and I have heard from you is trainers this and trainers that!”

“But Gran’ma Liz, my best friend May has a pair of those trainers,” Betsey said eagerly, “and you should see her when she runs. She doesn’t run, she soars and swoops – just like a bird or a plane.”

“Betsey, you talk some real nonsense sometimes,” said Gran’ma Liz. “Come on, child.”

So Betsey had to leave the front of the shoe shop. She crossed her fingers tight, tight, tight.

“I want those trainers something fierce,” Betsey muttered to herself.

“What did you say, Betsey?” asked Gran’ma Liz.

“Nothing, Gran’ma,” said Betsey.

“Hhmm!” said Gran’ma. And without another word, off they went home.

But on the way home, Betsey had an idea . . .

At dinner time, the family sat around the table — there was Gran’ma Liz, Mum, Betsey’s bigger sister, Sherena, and Betsey’s bigger brother, Desmond. For dinner there was cou-cou and flying fish and salad and a huge jug of delicious mango punch with plenty of ice. Betsey licked her lips. Scrumptious!

“Pass the salt please, Betsey,” said Sherena.

Betsey picked up the glass salt shaker. “The tops of the trainers I want are just as white as this salt,” said Betsey.

She pointed to the pepper bottle.

“And the soles of the trainers I want are blacker than the writing on the pepper bottle.” Sherena and Desmond looked at each other.

“Betsey, I don’t want to hear anymore about those trainers. D’you hear?” Gran’ma Liz frowned.

“Yes, Gran’ma,” Betsey said.

Betsey poured herself a glass of mango punch, but some spilt onto the sky-blue tablecloth. The yellow-orange liquid spread out.

“Betsey!” said Gran’ma Liz. “Look at that mess.”

“That stain is just about the size of the trainers I want,” Betsey murmured.

Gran’ma Liz could stand it no longer.

“Elizabeth Ruby Biggalow, all day, all week, all
month
, you’ve done nothing but mope and whine about those trainers.” Gran’ma Liz frowned. “Your long face is spoiling my day as well as my dinner. Now not another word.”

And Betsey knew then that she’d better shut up. Whenever Gran’ma Liz called her by her whole, full name, Betsey knew she was treading dangerously close to trouble.

But for the rest of the evening, all Betsey had in her head were her special trainers. She even fell asleep dreaming of soaring and flying, her special trainers on her feet.

The next morning, when Betsey went down for breakfast, everyone was unusually quiet.

“What’s the matter?” asked Betsey.

“I’ve got something for you.” Mum smiled. “As your old trainers are in such a state, I decided to get you some new ones.”

“You bought the trainers!” Betsey couldn’t believe it.

“Now perhaps we can all get some peace,” Gran’ma Liz sniffed.

Betsey grinned and grinned. Her extra special trainers. She’d got them at last. Mum handed over the bag she was hiding behind her back. Betsey opened the bag and . . .

“What’s the matter?” asked Sherena.

“Oh!” Betsey couldn’t say anything else. Her eyes started stinging and there was a huge, choking lump in her throat. Botheration! These weren’t the trainers she wanted. Where were the ones with the white fronts and the black soles and the red laces? Where were her special trainers? Still in the shop – that’s where!

These ones were pink and grey and didn’t have any black writing on them like the ones she wanted.

“Betsey . . .” Gran’ma warned. “Your mum had to take time off work to buy those for you.”

“Don’t you like them, Betsey?” Mum asked.

“They’re lovely,” Betsey whispered.

“Put them on then,” urged Desmond.

Betsey sat down and, oh so slowly, she put on her new shoes.

“They look boss!” Sherena smiled.

“The best trainers I’ve ever seen,” said Desmond.

Gran’ma Liz didn’t say anything. She just watched Betsey.

“Can I go and show them to my friend May, please?” Betsey asked Mum.

“Go ahead then.” Mum smiled. “But don’t stay with her too long. You’ve still got your morning chores to finish.”

Betsey ran out of the kitchen. She couldn’t wait to get out of the house. She looked down at her feet. These shoes weren’t her special trainers. These shoes were just horrible. Betsey ran all the way to May’s house – sprinting as if to run the trainers right off her feet. At May’s house, Betsey knocked and knocked again. May opened the door. Worse still, May opened the door wearing the very same trainers that Betsey had wanted so much.

“Hi May,” Betsey said glumly.

“Hi Betsey,” said May. “I was just going to the beach. Coming?”

Betsey shrugged. “Just for a little while.”

So off they went. But things weren’t right. No, they weren’t. By the time Betsey and May reached the beach, they were having a full blown, full grown argument.

“Well, my trainers are the best in the country,” said May.

“My trainers are the best in the world,” Betsey fumed.

“Talk sense! My trainers are the best in the universe,” said May.

“I hate you and your trainers,” Betsey shouted. “And I hate these ones I’m wearing and I hate
everything
.”

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