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    The Terrorer
    The Terrorer
    The Terrorer
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    The Terrorer

    By Steve Roach

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    Sally’s world is turned upside down one day when her father announces he’s found a new job – in Liverpool! She is forced to leave behind her old school, her old stomping grounds and even her best friend Marcie.

    In her new school, she finds that the teachers are all very scary, the rest of the children hate her and all she wants to do is go home.

    She makes plans to force her parents to move back home, aided by her new friend the Terrorer, an enormous horned dog with red eyes and two rows of gleaming, sharp teeth. The beast is vicious and willing to do whatever she wants, but the power comes with a terrible price – Sally feels herself starting to change, to enjoy the newfound possibilities such power can bring. But she also begins to fear the Terrorer.

    Can Sally really control the beast,
    or is it actually controlling her?

    A tale for older children, dealing with the complexities of childhood loneliness and the traumas of leaving everything behind when moving house and settling in at a new school.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSteve Roach
    Release dateApr 22, 2013
    ISBN9781301150311
    The Terrorer
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    Steve Roach

    Steve Roach is a UK based author working in the travel writing, fiction and children's book genres. Steve's travel books are light-hearted and fun, covering such diverse journeys as a 3 month road trip around North America, a grand tour of Europe in a VW Campervan, a grand tour of Scotland in a campervan and a month long cycling trip through France from Cherbourg to Perpignan. Steve's fiction is an altogether different prospect, aiming to take the reader to some very dark places. Frequently bordering on horror, these novellas and short stories involve intense research to really bring the subject matter to life. Finally, Steve also writes children's books, in collaboration with artist Simon Schild.

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      The Terrorer - Steve Roach

      Dad came home one day, looking serious. He called Sally and her mother into the lounge and asked them to sit down. He was wearing a suit. Sally had never seen her father wearing a suit before. It didn’t look right on him.

      I’ve found a job, he said.

      Dad had been unemployed for as long as Sally could remember. During the recent school holidays, they’d gone to the park together, and the cinema. Now that he had a job, Sally supposed she’d see a lot less of him.

      Relief washed across Mom’s face. It had been a difficult few years for her, scrimping and saving and making do. She looked across at Sally and smiled.

      It’s a good job, with a good wage, said Dad. There was something in his voice though, something yet to be said. Sally sensed it. And, sure enough, it came: It’s in Liverpool. We’ll have to relocate.

      Relocate? asked Sally, uncertain of what the word meant but already certain that she wasn’t going to like the explanation.

      We’ll be moving house. To Liverpool.

      That’s miles away! What about school? she asked. What about my friends?

      You’ll be starting a new school, said Dad. And getting new friends.

      It was all so sudden! Sally begged her father not to make them move house but he was resolute in his decision. They were moving, and that was final. There would be just one last week at school before they left. Still in shock, it was days before she could bring herself to tell her best friend.

      One lunchtime, they sat in their usual spot in a grassy part of the school grounds, and Sally slowly worked up the courage to tackle the subject.

      Marcie? I’ve got some really, really bad news. I’m leaving.

      Leaving? What do you mean?

      My dad’s got a new job. He’s making us move house.

      Marcie stared at her.

      You’re moving house? she said, her face white. Sally nodded, slowly. They just sat there for a few moments in silence. Finally, Marcie asked: Are you moving very far?

      Liverpool.

      That’s miles away!

      That’s exactly what I said.

      When are you going?

      This weekend.

      The bell rang, interrupting the reflective silence that had suddenly descended over them and signalling the end of lunch time. Slowly, they stood and walked back inside the school.

      Friday came and went. In assembly, Mr Foulkes the Head Teacher announced that it was Sally’s last day and during the course of lessons various friends came over and said how sorry they were that she was leaving. In English, Mrs Johnson gave her a small box of chocolates and Sally burst into tears. She had been determined not to cry, at least not in front of the other children, but Mrs Johnson’s act of kindness undid the frail knot that was holding her together.

      After school, Marcie walked with her to Hirst Street, the spot where they usually went their different ways to go to their respective homes. Without warning, she reached out and embraced Sally in a big hug, which started the tears flowing all over again.

      Eventually, they separated, and Marcie promised to come to the house the next day to see her off. Sally walked the rest of the way home in a strange mood, looking at every little landmark of the route one final time. This was the last time she’d walk past Old Man Harris’s house, with its rotten window frames and overgrown garden. The last time she’d cross Balfour Street and cut through the concrete gully into Springfield Road. The surrounding properties marked her childhood, the area she grew up playing Hide n’ Seek, the streets where she’d learned to ride her bike. All of the doors of the houses here were ones she’d knocked on when trick-or-treating, or carol singing.

      It wasn’t just her house or her friends she would be leaving behind. It would be her memories.

      Her childhood.

      She cried the rest of the way home.

      Mom and Dad had been busy packing, and when Sally arrived home she found the lounge filled with brown cardboard boxes and plastic crates. The sight of it made her incredibly sad.

      She went up to her room. There were a number of empty crates on the floor, waiting to be filled with her belongings. The door opened a fraction and Mom poked her head inside.

      Everything OK, Poppet?

      Sally nodded, and said: Do we really have to go?

      Mom came into the room and held Sally close. She kissed the top of her head.

      I’m afraid so. This job means everything to your dad. It isn’t just about the money, or the fact that we’ll have a better quality of life..... You probably won’t understand what I’m talking about, but your father’s a very proud man. Living on handouts has almost destroyed him.

      But can’t he get a job here? Why Liverpool?

      There are very few jobs around anywhere at the moment. He was lucky to get one at all.

      But I don’t want to go. Can’t I stay?

      "No, Hon. I’m sorry, but the decision has been made. Have you

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