Seven hours to save the world


Do you know what it's like to be the last person alive in the whole wide world?

I do.

I don't want to believe it but I think I'm going to have to face the facts. No word from Dad. Mum. Jamie. Anybody. For over a week now. The only things left in this place are Hetty and me (and Hetty is a goat, so she doesn't really count).

I don't even know why I'm writing this down. I should be putting out an SOS, or searching for clues. What am I doing instead? Sitting here with a pen and paper, like the swot-face scaredy-cat I always am.

Mum'd be mad if she heard me saying that. She always tells me to think of Ann Frank - you know, the girl who kept a diary during the Second World War. Her words became famous in history and her name lives on forever.

Maybe, just maybe, if there is someone else left on earth they'll find my scrappy little notebook and I'll be remembered, too... Lucy Marsden, the Girl Who Saved the World.

Yeah, right! Who am I kidding? There's no chance of that. I'm just a kid with a biro, and who knows how long I've got left?


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