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  Contents

  Cover

  About the Book

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Introduction

  Holly’s Worry

  Greg’s Worry

  Claire’s Worry

  William’s Worry

  Samantha’s Worry

  Lisa’s Worry

  Natasha’s Worry

  About the Author

  Also by Jacqueline Wilson

  Copyright

  About the Book

  Type in your worry . . .

  Is anything bothering you? Problems in class or at home? Don’t know where to turn for help? Long on to the Worry Website! Type in your worry and wait for the good advice to flow in.

  At least that’s the plan when Mr Speed sets up his super-cool new Worry Website for the class. Holly, Greg, Natasha and the rest feel that they’ve got shedloads of worries but, as they find out, sometimes the best advice comes from the most unexpected place.

  To Katie, Rhiannon and Alice

  I’ve always been interested in all the worries that whiz around inside people’s heads. When I was a little girl I loved reading the problem pages in my mum’s magazines. I’d sympathize with the people who wrote the letters and try to work out what I’d do in their situation. When I started to write stories I found nearly all my made-up children had problems themselves. I was the writer, so I was the one who had to solve their problems somehow!

  I have a funny teacher friend, Mr Hastings, who often tells me what goes on at his school. He said that some of the children in his class found it a bit embarrassing sitting round in a circle discussing their problems, so he’d come up with this idea of a Worry Box. The children could write out their secret worries and post them into a box – and then he could have a little read and see if he could sort things out for them. I thought this a brilliant idea – but decided to modernise it a little. I loved the idea of a special classroom Worry Website.

  I’d been asked to write a book of short stories and I thought this Worry Website idea would be a great way of linking all my characters’ different stories. Mr Speed in the book is very like my friend Mr Hastings!

  A girl called Lauren Roberts wrote a prize-winning story so good that we had to include it in the book too. It was meant to be the last story but it was so sad I had to write another story so that The Worry Website could have a happy-ever-after ending.

  TYPE IN YOUR worry:

  OK.

  I think I’m going to get a stepmother.

  There are lots of stepmothers in my favourite book of fairy tales. Don’t go, ‘Yuck, boring!’ Fairy tales are seriously cool, much scarier than any X-rated video you’ve ever secretly watched at a sleepover. Snow White’s stepmother is the scariest of all.

  She doesn’t look scary. She looks beautiful in the picture in my book – though her long queen’s robes are spoilt because Hannah tried to colour them with purple wax crayon. I was FURIOUS. I felt like snapping the book shut and smacking Hannah round the head with it, even though she’s only little and didn’t mean to spoil the picture.

  I minded so because it’s such a special book. It used to be our mum’s when she was a little girl. She gave it to me. Snow White’s mum died when she was born so she got this stepmother who looked so lovely that her magic mirror said she was fairest of them all. But she was evil and mean and dead jealous when the mirror said Snow White was the fairest now, so the stepmother tried to have her chopped into bits and then she poisoned her with an apple and she fell down dead and was kept in a glass coffin until a handsome prince came by (yawn!) and brought her back to life. The wicked stepmother was so maddened that she boiled with rage and her shoes stayed so red hot she couldn’t take them off and she had to dance until she died.

  She must have had awful blisters. I’ve got one where my old trainers are rubbing. Dad doesn’t always get it together when we need new shoes. It’s not his fault he’s so busy. Yes it is. I’m not making excuses for my dad any more. I can’t stick him now. And I especially can’t stick her.

  I’m going to add to my worry.

  I wish she was wicked.

  That sounds daft. Mr Speed will think I’m seriously weird. Mind you, Mr Speed is a little bit weird himself. He’s speedy, like his name. He whizzes up and down the school corridors, he dodges round the desks in the classroom, and he skips across the playground. He really did skip once when Claire brought a skipping rope to school. He could do all sorts of fancy footwork too – but then he tripped and fell over and said a very rude word. He’s not a bit like the other teachers.

  This Worry Website is all his idea. It’s instead of Circle Time. You know, when you all sit in a circle, fidgeting, and you’re meant to discuss your problems. Sometimes it’s dead boring because someone like Samantha bangs on about missing her dad. Everyone always feels sorry for Samantha because she’s so little and pretty with lovely long fair hair. Even Mr Speed has a special smiley way of looking at her that makes me sick.

  Sometimes Circle Time is terribly embarrassing because someone stupid like poor William confides the sort of problem that should stay a deadly secret. He told the whole class that he wets the bed and his dad yells at him and makes him cry and his mum says she can’t keep up with washing his sopping sheets. Some of the kids giggled and poor William looked as if he was going to cry again. Mr Speed got very fierce with the gigglers and praised William for being so honest and sensible over a tiny physical problem that happens to heaps of people – but even Mr Speed couldn’t stop half the class calling poor William ‘Wetty Willie’ in the playground.

  So maybe that’s why he came up with the Worry Website idea.

  ‘I’ve designed the super-cool, wacky, wicked website on the classroom computer, OK? Any time any of you have a problem then access the Worry Website when it’s your turn on the computer and type it in. You don’t need to put your name. Then we can all contribute our comments and suggestions – make them kind and constructive or I’ll leap up and down on you in my Doc Martens, get it?’

  We got it.

  Everyone started typing in their worries. Someone had a good long moan about their sneaky sister and their brainy brother.

  Someone was worried about being bottom of the class.

  Someone wrote about having scary nightmares.

  Someone was sad because their pet rat had just died.

  One of the boys wrote that he liked one of the girls a lot. That made everyone giggle – and Greg went very pink. Hmm! I wonder who he fancies?

  Someone else went on and on. Oh boo hoo, it’s so sad, I miss my dad, etc, etc. We all know who that was. At least Samantha can still see her dad when she goes to stay with him and his new girlfriend.

  Well, I see my mum. Sometimes. I have to take my little sister Hannah so she can get to know our mum. She left when Hannah was just a baby. Mum had Depression which made her very sad so she cried a lot and then ran off. When she ran off I guess Dad and Hannah and I got Depression too because we all felt very sad and cried a lot as well. It felt very scary when Dad cried so I told him that it was OK. I’d look after him and Hannah now.

  I do look after both of them. I’ve been almost like Hannah’s mum. When she was a baby I fed her and washed her and dressed her and changed her (yucky, but you have to do it). I cuddled her lots and played peek-a-boo and do you know something? The very first word she said was Holly. That’s my name.

  She’s said millions and millions and millions of words since. She is a total chatterbox. She’s in the Reception class at my school and Miss Morgan obviously adores her – though she always gets into trouble for talking. She even talks during Story Time. She doesn’t mean to be naughty. She just likes to join in.

  I read to her at bedtime f