Forever and Ever

Cover Page

Title Page

1 forever friends

2 shipmates

3 partners in crime

4 together forever

5 stalemate

6 pen pals

7 a name is forever

8 in it together

9 feels like forever

10 forever young

11 sista hood

12 beach chums

13 could this be forever?

14 school mates

15 puppy pals

16 friends in need

17 playing for keeps

18 always and forever

19 checkmate

20 friends indeed

21 smiles to last forever

22 peas in a pod

23 soul mates

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About the Publisher

The ocean tide was at its lowest, the boats sitting high and dry on the yellow beach sand. Early-morning fishermen stood chewing sandwiches while they fished. Somewhere up above in the salty air, white seagulls circled and squawked for their breakfast. The promenade and beach were otherwise deserted, but Coral and her pup Romeo barely noticed. They were running far too fast.

On the other side of the Sunday Harbour seafront, Nicks was also racing along. Pretty beach houses of sea blue and green stood quietly as she passed them by. Shops were empty too. Not that Nicks noticed.

Coral and Romeo sped past the cobbled jetty and a huddle of beached buoys with the wind whistling in their ears like a hurricane.

Nicks’s heart beat so fast it made her chest burn. But that didn’t slow her down one bit. She swiped at the tears streaming down her cold cheeks and ran even faster.

Coral was the first to spy Coral Hut as it stood quietly in line with the rest of the sleeping beach huts. The sight of its pale pink, minty-green and lemon-yellow stripes spurred her on, and she put all her energy into her final sprint.

Finally Nicks reached the promenade. There was Coral Hut! She dipped her head and moved her arms even faster.

The two girls arrived at their beach hut at precisely the same time. But then they were best friends; they did almost everything together.

“Coral!”

“Nicks!”

“I got here as quickly as I could,” cried Coral breathlessly. “I left the moment you called. Are you all right?”

Nicks was also trying to catch her breath. She was sobbing at the same time, which made catching her breath just about impossible. And talking was out of the question. Coral immediately inspected her friend for any sign of injury. She looked OK. Coral patted her friend’s head. Her long blonde hair was a tangled, windswept knot, but the rest of her head seemed to be in good shape. She zoomed in on her friend’s face with its puffy, red eyes and cheeks drenched in tears.

“Why are you crying?” she pleaded. Nicks had refused to tell her anything on the phone – she’d only said that she had the worst news ever and that they should meet at the beach hut immediately.

Finally Nicks took a very deep breath. “My mum has been offered a new job!” she cried out.

Coral stared and blinked.

Nicks took a second deep breath. “And the job is in a town almost five hours away from Sunday Harbour!”

A new job…in a town almost five hours away? Coral gasped (it had taken a few moments for the awful news to make sense). “Is she actually going to take it?”

“I think she just might! She says it seems too good to pass up. She thinks she may never get an opportunity like this one again.” The words tumbled out one after another.

Thoughts of endless days without Nicks spread through Coral’s head. Suddenly her dry eyes sprang a leak. The tears spilled over her eyelids and landed on her cheeks with a splat. It really was the worst news ever.

“But what about you? And me? And us?”

“That’s exactly what I said,” groaned Nicks.

The girls hugged fiercely on the patch of sand directly in front of Coral Hut while Romeo gave a small, woeful whine. He was a small chocolate and white terrier with a very big heart.

“Come on, let’s go inside,” sniffed Coral, who was not usually the sensible one of the two, but today felt that she had to look after her best friend.

Nicks nodded and allowed herself to be led up the deck steps. Coral kept her jaw firm as she unlocked the beach hut’s narrow double doors. A few determined tears tipped down her face but she swiped them away. Quickly she pulled out a couple of deckchairs and, grabbing one of the soft woollen candy-striped throws, dragged the whole lot out on to the deck.

“Sit,” she said.

And they did, facing the gleaming silver ocean. Coral draped the throw over their knees and took her best friend’s hand in her own. They sat that way for a few moments, not saying anything. Coral was trying desperately hard to be grown-up and brave for her friend’s sake, but it was proving difficult. All she could think about was a Sunday Harbour without Nicks. And what about the Cupid Company they had set up together at Coral Hut? They were Cupid’s co-workers–the best matchmaking team ever. Their motto was All for love and love for all. But a team needed at least two people. Coral shook her head to scatter the sad thoughts that were collecting like puddles. Squeezing Nicks’s hand, she stared out at the horizon.