Author: Sandra Glover
Age Group: 12 and up
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"It Didn't Happen"
After someone spikes her drink at a party, Debra is abducted and the police must act quickly to find her.
But they have several suspects to investigate, as Debra has grudges with her would-be boyfriend and her
sister's ex-boyfriend, and there are plenty of people in the community with grudges against her family.
When at last she is returned unharmed, Debra cannot identify her abductor, and her well-wishers realize
that they must find and expose the kidnapper before they can begin to recover from the trauma.
Chapter 1Debra snatched the piece of paper, pushing her way out into the courtyard, ignoring the shrieks
and screams. Her hands were shaking, her eyes blurred as she looked down the page, trying to take it all
in.‘Well?’ Beth was asking.‘I got an A in French!’ said Debra, totally stunned. ‘I don’t believe it!
French!’‘Why don’t you shout a bit louder, Debs?’ a voice sneered. ‘So we can all hear about your A
grades.’Debra turned to seeAmy Parker walking past with her mate, Ellie.‘Sorry,’ Debra muttered. ‘Er,
how did you get on?’‘I did OK,’ said Amy.‘Not as well as you, obviously, but then I’m not a swot, am I?
Some of us like to have lives, don’t we, Ellie?’‘Take no notice,’ said Beth, grabbing Debra’s results from
her, as Amy walked on. ‘Hey, you got an A in history as well . . . Brill! That’ll shut Mr Mason up! Lit A*. .
.’Debra didn’t hear the rest because Tonya and Safira arrived, leaping at her, hugging her, almost
squeezing her breath away. Not that Debra needed to hear. She’d already memorized them.And they
were good. Very good. Much better than she’d expected. Good enough to make months of tedious
revision and the total suspension of her social life seem worthwhile . . . no matter what Amy Parker
said.‘What about you?’ she managed to ask as she untangled herself.The girls passed their results
sheets round.‘Bloody hell, Beth!’ Safira yelled. ‘I thought me and Tonya had done well till I saw that. A*s!
They’re all A*s!’But she said it without malice. No one was surprised that Beth had outclassed them. She
always had. Right from infants. Bit of a natural was Beth.Papers were still being passed back and forth,
results analysed, congratulations and, in some cases, commiserations exchanged when a car swung
into the car park, its door slamming as someone staggered out.‘Hey, Debs,’ the man shouted. ‘Over
here. Bring your friends over.’‘It’s Tim,’ Debra said. ‘Tim Simmonds. Photographer. From Mum’s paper.’‘Is
he OK?’ said Beth. ‘He looks a bit . . .’Drunk.Beth didn’t actually say it. She didn’t have to. It was
obvious enough from the unshaven face and crumpled clothes he’d probably slept in. Let alone the stink
of whisky as they got closer.‘Should he be driving?’ Safira whispered.‘I mean, how does he do his job? If
he’s an alco?’‘He isn’t,’ Debra hissed, not wanting to give too much away, not even to her best
friends.‘He’s just drinking a bit heavily, that’s all. It’s a recent thing.’‘Debs, my lovely!’ Tim shouted, before
anyone could ask more questions. ‘How did it go?’‘Great,’ said Debs, showing him her results. ‘I did
fine!’‘More than fine!’ said Tim, grinning at her. ‘I’ll just check with your teachers if it’s OK to do the photo.
Can’t be too careful, these days! Don’t go away!’Minutes...
Sandra Glover is the author of numerous books for teens, including Dangerously Close, Don't Tell, and