TITLE: Saving Sarah
GENRE: YA Contemporary
As we enter the police interview room, my brother Ed glares at us from the corner. Sergeant Hanlon watches too, arms folded across his massive chest. A policeman I don't know clatters a stack of chairs in front of us.
"Have a seat." Sergeant Hanlon stares straight at me as if I might be the weak link. I turn away in case he's one of those psychic freaks that can see inside your brain. Mum and Dad perch on chairs either side of me.
Dad wears his 'we can sort this out' smile. Mum taps her fingers on her arm, and I suck on my asthma puffer and force myself to stay calm. "How are you, Ed?"
"Nick off, Sarah. I never asked you to come."
I fake smile "No need to thank me. You know how much I love this place."
Hanlon nods at the other copper. "This is Constable Donald."
Ed stands, grins and holds out his hand. "And I'm President Obama."
Constable Donald ignores Ed. "Doctor's on her way."
Dad leans forward "What's the doctor for?"
My hands start shaking. One look at Ed's huge pupils and sweaty face and you can see he's maxed out on Ice. But he normally sleeps it off without medical help.
"What's wrong with you?" I ask.
Ed pushes his chair up close, jerks his head from side to side, and snorts. "I'm crazy."
Mum turns her back and glances at her watch. "You haven't told us why we're here, Sergeant."