Heart to Heart
Laugh out loud as best friends Coral and Nicks find out that playing cupid can drive you crazy!Coral and Nicks run their very own matchmaking agency - and they're only twelve! But The Cupid Company faces its biggest challenge yet when a group of glamorous, snobby teenagers move in to the beach hut next door. The girls think that no guys are good enough for them - but Coral and Nicks have other ideas!
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - Heart of the Matter
Chapter 2 - Home is Where the Heart is
The sky above Coral curved like the inside of a giant beach ball, dipping and fading to blue before gently dissolving into the oceanâs horizon. She squinted at the edge of the world, her red-brown hair curled like a head of bedsprings, bobbing around her. The horizon definitely looked like the edge of the world. It was the edge of her world, anyway.
She scanned the enormous sandpit before her. The beach that morning was full of children with their buckets and spades, making shapes out of the soft, warm sand. A boy dripping wet from head to toe raced out of the sea before flopping, belly-first, on to a patch of dry sand. He rolled left and right until every bit of him was gritty and yellow before tiptoeing up to where a woman stood waiting to catch a Frisbee. Before she could do anything to stop him he had given her a full-body hug. She yelped. He laughed gleefully.
The sky above was suddenly filled with a whirring sound and an aeroplane droned across the sky with a long canvas tail that seemed to flick and ripple in the wind. Coral stared with a wrinkled nose until it was almost overhead. The canvas tail had a message: BEST OF LUCK SARA AND JEFF⦠LOTS OF LOVE.
The aeroplane continued on its way, as if to the sun, pulling the flying message across the sky. Coral shook her head. She was suddenly annoyed. Just who had wished Sara and Jeff the best of luck? Would Sara and Jeff know?
âCoral? Coral, can you hear me?â
Coral turned towards her best friend. âMmm?â
âYou actually have to move the broom to make a difference.â
Coral stared at the broom she held like a dance partner in her arms. There was a dent in her forehead from where sheâd been resting against it. Her friend was right, she hadnât done much sweeping. The thing was - she hated sweeping the beach hut. Unfortunately, her friend Nicks hated sweeping too. So every week they were taking it in turns. It was just that it always felt like it was her turn.
âWhatâs the hurry, Nicks?â Coral grumbled. After all, they were on their summer holiday.
Suddenly, and without warning, there was a loud thump-whack sound coming from the glossy red beach hut next door.
Both girlsâ heads spun in the direction of the hut. They stared, silent and blinking.
âDid you hear that?â whispered Coral.
âOh yes.â Nicksâs reply sounded like a hiss.
âWe didnât imagine it then?â
Nicks shook her head slowly. This wasnât the first time theyâd heard strange noises coming from the neighbouring glossy red beach hut either. And yet they had never ever (ever) seen a single soul enter or leave the place. It was always locked up tight with its shutters closed like two sleeping eyes.
Just then a shadow flitted across the window, and then it was gone.
âDid you see that?â gasped Coral, her lips hardly moving at all. She didnât want the watcher to know she was talking.
Nicks nodded and gulped. She had definitely seen that.
They both stood still and silent, staring - almost wishing for another sight or sound because that might just offer some perfectly obvious explanation as to what theyâd just seen and heard.
All of a sudden a dog started yapping. Both girls jumped like theyâd been electrocuted. But it was only Romeo, Coralâs Jack Russell pup.
âRomeo!â they both groaned aloud. Romeo took his guard dog duties very seriously.
âWeâre probably just being silly,â said Nicks. âIâm sure the noises arenât anything.â Nicks had always been a sensible sort of girl. Sheâd never been the type to get tangled up in an overactive imagination, and she didnât want to start now.
âBut I definitely heard and saw something,â insisted Coral.
Nicks shrugged.
âWeâve heard strange noises coming from the red hut before,â insisted Coral.
âItâs the first time weâve seen anything strange though,â replied Nicks reasonably.
âSo what should we do about it? Who should we tell?â said Coral.
âTell about what?â sighed Nicks. âWeâve no proof that thereâs anything strange going on.
OK, weâve heard a few noises⦠so what?â
That was true. Coral thought a bit more about this. Nicks had a point: apart from a thump-whack and a vague shadow, what else did they really have?
âSo what should we do?â she asked instead.
âWe should finish cleaning the beach hut and then concentrate on Cupid Company business,â replied Nicks sensibly.
