‘Oh my god Luke, you are so annoying. Mum – make him stop.’
I stare at the trees and fields racing past the window, trying to block out the sound of Mum giving my older brother the ‘appropriate sibling behaviour’ talk, but our old Fiat Punto is a pretty small place so I’m fighting a losing battle there.
When Luke finally says the thing that everyone has been thinking for the last few weeks, I can’t help but listen in more closely.
‘It’s not as if she’s going to be able to save the world, is it? We might as well have some fun with the whole thing before we die.’
Mum takes a sharp breath in and I recognise the warning tone in her voice as she tells Luke to just put a different song on for the love of all that is holy. Luke scoops his mobile up from his lap and makes an exaggerated gesture to skip to the next song. As R.E.M.’s It’s the End of the World as We Know It comes to an abrupt halt, he turns to me in the seat behind him and gives me a wink.
‘Don’t worry, there’s a whole playlist where that came from.’
The look of dark mischief in his face is quickly replaced by one of victorious glee as the opening notes of The Final Countdown blare loudly from the car speakers.
I groan and turn back to the window, but it’s not really Luke’s choice of music that bothers me, it’s that Mum didn’t contradict him; she hasn’t exactly been jumping to my defence recently. And she’s not the only one that doesn’t seem to think I can do this. There’s Luke, obviously. Anjali and Lauren aren’t completely on board with the whole Rose-is-a-computer-genius-and-is-the-only-one-one-who-can-save-the-world-from-the-evil-Doctor-Prottey (yes, that really is his name) thing, even though they are my bestest friends for life.
Also, there’s me. I’m really quite sure that I am not going to be able to pull this off.
Oh, and the 5.79 million people that Disliked the news post on social media. I’d only read a few hundred of the English comments when Mum took my phone away yesterday. She hasn’t given it back yet but I’m guessing from the constant vibrating sound coming from the glovebox that #TeenageSuperGeek is still trending.
I don’t blame them. I don’t exactly look like your typical world class hero. I’m small, even for my age (13 and a half), skinny and I have to wear glasses when I use a computer, which is, basically all the time. My hair is a boring shade of brown, and I morph into one big freckle the second the sun comes out. I live in big hoodies, skinny jeans and stinky trainers. I like hats. Not exactly Wonder Woman.
More questions than answers here, right? Let me tell you how it happened.