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  Contents

  About the Book

  Title page

  Dedication

  Introduction

  Prologue

  A is for Andy

  B is for Bathroom

  C is for Cottage

  D is for Dad

  E is for Ethel

  F is for Friends

  G is for Garden

  H is for Haiku

  I is for Ill

  J is for Jelly

  K is for Katie

  L is for Lake

  M is for My Mate Graham

  N is for Night

  O is for Old People

  P is for Photographs

  Q is for Questions

  R is for Radish

  S is for Starlight

  T is for Time to go Home

  U is for Unconscious

  V is for Vagrant

  W is for Welcome

  X is for Xmas

  Y is for Yacht

  Z is for Zoë

  About the Author

  About the Illustrator

  Copyright

  ABOUT THE BOOK

  When my parents split up they didn’t know what to do with me . . .

  My family always lived at Mulberry Cottage. Mum, Dad, me – and Radish, my lovable toy rabbit. But now Mum lives with Bill the Baboon and his three kids. Dad lives with Carrie and her twins. And where do I live? I live out of a suitcase. One week with Mum’s new family, one week with Dad’s.

  It’s as easy as A B C. That’s what everyone says. But all I want is to go home – back to Mulberry Cottage . . .

  An all-time Jacqueline Wilson favourite, now with an extra-special new introduction!

  In memory of Hilda Ellen Smeed

  I’ve had so many touching letters from children who identify with Andy in The Suitcase Kid. Many families split up nowadays, and it’s often particularly difficult for the children. They don’t just have to cope with Mum and Dad not living together any more. They often have to get along with new step parents, new siblings, new living arrangements. Some children cope right from the start. Other find it much more of a struggle.

  Andy badly needs to hang onto Radish, her little lucky mascot rabbit. She’s had her since she was a baby, and now she carries her everywhere, in her pocket, in her schoolbag, tucked into her hand at night. Radish is my little toy rabbit. She used to belong to my daughter Emma, but when she got too big to play with little bunnies she still didn’t really want to throw her away. Radish had become very much part of our family so I happily adopted her. She stands on my desk and keeps me company when I write. Whenever I get stuck I play silly games with her. She rides on my computer mouse and slides down my paperweight. Sometimes I tie a big rubber band to the end of a gigantic jokey pencil and Radish practices her bungee jumping. (Authors are very good at wasting time when they get stuck!)

  Radish now has her own little fan club. I frequently get letters sent to Ms Radish Wilson, and she gets numerous presents, miniature jewellery, pinafore dresses, small Sylvanian friends. One Christmas I got sent a huge cardboard doll’s house for Radish, complete with carefully constructed furniture in every room, even a little library with tiny books on each shelf, all written and illustrated in a miniature hand.

  In the past, when I could answer all my letters properly, I used to draw Radish at the top of each letter, often with a special little message. I’d alter her outfit according to the seasons. In the spring she’d have an Easter bonnet (with special ear-holes) and have her arms stretched round a giant Easter egg. In summer she’d wear a stripy bikini and be clutching a bucket and spade in her paws. In autumn she’d wear a duffle coat and welly boots and be waving a sparkler. In winter she’d wear a red robe and a false white beard and play at being Santa Paws.

  I decided to write The Suitcase Kid with a little chapter for every letter of the alphabet. This was fine at first, A is for Andy, B is for Bathroom, C is for Cottage – but I found it very difficult managing U and V and W and XYZ, especially as I wanted to round the story properly and give it a happy ending. I know a lot of children think the true happy ending would be Andy’s parents getting back together again but I didn’t want to do that. I didn’t want to give any child reader false hopes. I wanted to show Andy gradually learning to accept the situation, making new friends, growing a little, getting everything under control – until everything really is as easy as ABC.

  When my parents split up they didn’t know what to do with me. My mum wanted me to go and live with her. My dad wanted me to go and live with him. I didn’t want to go and live at my mum’s new place or my dad’s new place. I wanted to stay living in our old place, Mulberry Cottage, the three of us together. Four, counting my pet Sylvanian family spotted rabbit Radish.

  There were all these arguments about who would get custody of me. I thought they were talking about custard at first. I hate custard because you can never tell when there’s going to be a lump and it sticks in your throat and makes you shudder.

  My mum got mad and my dad got mad and I got mad too. I felt I was being split up. Half of me wanted to side with Mum. Half of me wanted to side with Dad. It was much easier for Radish. She just sided with me. She lives in my pocket so there’s never been any hassle over who gets custody of her.

  We had to go for family counselling. It seemed a bit daft because my mum and dad didn’t want to be a family any more. This lady chatted to me. She was trying to be ever so casual but I knew she was trying to suss things out. She had some little dolls in her office, a mummy doll and a daddy doll and a whole set of children dolls in different sizes. She wanted me to play with them. I poked the mummy doll and the daddy doll in the stomachs and said I didn’t like playing with silly old dolls.

  But this lady saw me fiddling about in my pocket and she got a glimpse of Radish. I like to hold her tight when I’m feeling funny.

  ‘Oh, what a dear little toy. Do let me have a look,’ she said, in that silly voice grown-ups always use when they’re trying to get you to like them.

  ‘She’s not a toy, she’s a mascot,’ I said. I didn’t want to show her Radish at all. She’s mine and she’s private. But I had to let this lady paw her about and undo her frock and turn her upside down in a very rude sort of way.

  ‘What’s Bunny’s name?’ she asked.

  You’d have thought I was two years old, not ten. I just shrugged and shook my head.

  ‘That’s Radish,’ said Mum. ‘Andrea’s had her for years and years. She’s a very important member of our family.’

  ‘Actually, I bought Radish for Andrea. As a silly Saturday present. I like to give her a little treat every now and then,’ said Dad.

  ‘You did not give Andrea Radish! I bought her one Christmas to go in Andrea’s stocking,’ said Mum.

  ‘Look, I can vividly remember buying that rabbit in the corner shop—’

  ‘They don’t even sell Sylvanian families at the corner shop. I bought it from the toy shop in town and—’

  I snatched Radish back and put my hand gently over her ears. She can’t stand to hear them arguing.

  ‘Never mind,’ said the lady, trying to shut them up. She was still smiling at Radish.

  ‘Hello, Radish,’ she said, peering right into her little furry face.

  I scowled at her. OK, Radish is real for me, but I can’t stick it when grown-ups act like she’s real too.

  ‘I expect you’re feeling a bit sad and worried about where you’re going to live, little Radish,’ said the lady.

  Radish kept her lips buttoned.

  ‘We know what Mummy wants and we know what Daddy wants, but what do you want, Radish?’ said the lady.

  Radish wouldn’t say a word.

  ‘I think she’s a bit shy,’ said the lad