Sophie Wilkinson Quotes

We followed her up the path and to the front door. We stood
at the door while Camille knocked a few times then listened for
the tapping of footsteps against what sounded like a very old
wooden floor. The door opened, and a beautiful young woman
stood there smiling at us all.
She had long red hair and pretty freckles across her face. I was
about to say hello when Fran butted in, "Grandma?

Hi, Francis, or do you prefer Fran?" She sipped at her
milkshake through a straw. She reminded me of a chipmunk after
eating way too much sugar. Not that I know what that looks like
or anything.

Fran panicked. "We're all doomed!"
I looked at her and couldn't help but smirk she seemed to
lighten my mood, whilst blackening her own. "But I'm not a spy,
Fran. Neither are you, we're innocent!"
"I know that. You know that. But they are suspicious, all of
them." She made a circle with her finger and pointed her eyes
toward a group of children that all seemed under the age of five.
"Yes." I nodded. "Those children are really on to us.

maybe even just time travelled; we hadn't really decided yet.
Personally, I'd rather go with parallel universe, mostly because
it just sounded so much cooler. We had no idea how or when
we could get back, which meant that we might be lost in time
forever. Fran's parents were missing in some other timeline or
maybe even this one. We hadn't actually gotten that far though,
to be honest. I had no idea if our actions would affect the future,
but I really didn't think we were that important. Also, I hadn't
had any sleep for fifteen hours. And to tie it all up, I think that
we are about to be bombed.
Eek.

I remember the number to the school's desk because last year,
Molly thought it would be funny to prank-call a teacher and
tell them that the queen wanted to come on a royal visit. We
got detention for a week. I assure you, my friends are a very bad
influence on me.

I turned my head as the door opened. There stood... me.

Ladies, bonjour. My name's Madame Fi-Fi." Her French
accent was thick, and I could hardly understand a word she was
saying. "Welcome to the Gay Paris."
We both sniggered under our breaths, immature I know;
Madame Fi-Fi gave us a stern look.
"You are the new dancers?" she asked, sounding pretty
disappointed. "You looked taller in your pictures"
"Erm…" Fran smiled. "We were wearing high heels." Fran got
on her tiptoes and fell over and knocked over a coatrack.
Great first impressions.