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Dreamweavers: Night of the Scary Fairies

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Englisch
Little Tiger Presserschienen am14.09.2023
Meet the ultimate Dream Team! When Tito becomes friends with the mysterious new girl at school, Neena, she introduces him to the world of Dreamweaving. Soon Tito and Neena are going on adventures every night - exploring dreams where quirky creatures called jinn roam. And when their classmates start acting strangely, they realize someone else is using Dreamweaving to cause chaos. Can Tito and Neena stop them before the dream world takes over the waking world? The first book in a fun, fresh and exciting new series, for fans of Laura Ellen Anderson, Star Friends, Peanut Jones and Witch for a Week.

Annabelle Sami is a writer and performer. She grew up next to the sea on the south coast of the UK and then moved to London, where she now lives. She studied English Literature and Drama and undertook an MA in English Literature at Queen Mary University. When she isn't writing she enjoys playing saxophone in a band with her friends, performing live art and swimming in the sea.mehr
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KlappentextMeet the ultimate Dream Team! When Tito becomes friends with the mysterious new girl at school, Neena, she introduces him to the world of Dreamweaving. Soon Tito and Neena are going on adventures every night - exploring dreams where quirky creatures called jinn roam. And when their classmates start acting strangely, they realize someone else is using Dreamweaving to cause chaos. Can Tito and Neena stop them before the dream world takes over the waking world? The first book in a fun, fresh and exciting new series, for fans of Laura Ellen Anderson, Star Friends, Peanut Jones and Witch for a Week.

Annabelle Sami is a writer and performer. She grew up next to the sea on the south coast of the UK and then moved to London, where she now lives. She studied English Literature and Drama and undertook an MA in English Literature at Queen Mary University. When she isn't writing she enjoys playing saxophone in a band with her friends, performing live art and swimming in the sea.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9781788956864
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Erscheinungsjahr2023
Erscheinungsdatum14.09.2023
ReiheDreamweavers
Reihen-Nr.1
SpracheEnglisch
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Leseprobe



The first thing I notice is my bare feet. I´ve always thought they were weird because my second toe is longer than my big toe. Everyone knows the big toe is supposed to be the biggest. I mean, it´s in the name.

Then I notice the cold grass poking up between my weird long toe and the big one. Odd. It´s night-time, so I´m wearing my Spider-Man pyjamas. But why am I on a clifftop with frosty wind rushing through my hair? And where even am I?

I look out at the night sky stretching before me and gasp at the vivid colours. It´s streaked with neon green and swirls of violet, all lit up by bright stars. It almost hurts my eyes to look but I can´t turn away.

Gradually, from the edge of my awareness, I notice a sound. It´s a bit like children giggling and it´s coming from down low, in the grass. I stoop to get a closer look and realize that the field is full of tiny, glowing figures! They´re dancing around, flitting back and forth on delicate wings that beat so fast they look blurred. Fear creeps up my spine as I back away when, suddenly, one of the tiny figures springs forwards. In one movement its small mouth opens and it chomps down on my big toe.

Ouch!

My eyes fly open to the sound of my alarm clock and my dog licking my face.

OK, OK! Good morning, Rupert. I laugh, gently pushing away his furry snout. It´s weird... I´ve had the same dream now for two days. Maybe I´m nervous about school starting back. What do you think?

Rupert cocks his head to one side as if to say, Why are you asking me? Then he springs off the bed and races out of the room. People always joke that me and Rupert could be brothers, since we have the same curly light brown hair and big round eyes. Although I would be worried if my real brother had a tail...

I hear Rupert thunder down the stairs and into the kitchen where Mama is already bustling about. Breakfast time in our house means two things: the smell of sizzling butter and the sound of classical music. My mama is Italian and she loves Italian opera (she´ll sometimes listen to German opera too if she´s feeling extra dramatic). She even gave Rupert the middle name Poochini so he´d remember his Italian roots . (I don´t ever point out that Rupert´s breed is Australian labradoodle.)

It´s the first day back at school after the summer holidays so I drag myself out of bed, not used to getting up early again yet. When I finally get dressed and walk into the kitchen, Mama is frying eggs and holding Roberto, my baby brother, on one hip.

Morning, Mama. Morning, Berto. I give them both a kiss.

Buongiorno, Tito, Mama sings. Eat! Eat! Mum is going to take you to school in fifteen minuti.

I peer out of the kitchen window and spot my mum working in her shed at the bottom of the garden. I call them Mama and Mum so we don´t get confused but really my parents couldn´t be more different. My mum is DIY obsessed and loves working on random projects. Our house is a happy mix of hand-made furniture, Mama´s opera posters and records, a squeaky staircase and a well-stocked kitchen.

As I eat my eggs, a little flutter of nerves rises up in my stomach but I do my best to push them back down. I´m in Year Five now! It seems silly to be nervous about school.

After a hearty breakfast I grab my school bag and head out into the garden to find Mum. She´s in her shed, completely absorbed in finding the perfect rivet in a box of loose screws.

Oh, Tito! Time to go already? she says, finally noticing me. She grabs her keys from a hook on the wall and we make our way to the car.

I don´t say anything when we get in, I´m too focused on keeping the nerves at bay. But Mum knows something is up.

You got first-day jitters? she asks, reaching out to pat my leg.

I don´t want to talk about it so I just say, I had a strange dream.

Well, you´re probably just a bit nervous about going into a new year. Like Mama always says, you are sensitive.

I cringe a little bit at that word. Maybe.

Sometimes I wish I wasn´t so sensitive. It´s a new year at school but it´s not like anything´s changed. I´ve had the same classmates since Reception and my best friends Tiffany and Murray will still be there. We´ve been BFFs our whole lives. We went to nursery together, caught chickenpox at the same time, star in every nativity as the three wise men and now we´re at the same primary school.

This summer was one of our best yet. We spent every day together, (apart from when Tiff was rehearsing for the local theatre group play and Murray was at football practice). We built a shelter out of massive branches near the river in the woods and hung out there. Murray and I went to watch Tiff perform on the opening night of her play and she was really good. I even managed to convince Tiff to come and watch one of Murray´s matches and we shouted so much that I lost my voice.

But now it´s September. The new school year came round quickly.

My tummy lurches again and I know for sure that I´m nervous.

Everything at school will be the same, I tell myself. At least, I hope it is. I´ve never liked surprises.

When I walk into my Year Five classroom it´s buzzing with the excitement of different haircuts, brand-new stationery and tales from the holidays.

Tito, over here! Tiff shouts, waving to me from the back of the class.

Nice glasses, Tiff, I say, admiring the green frames.

Tiffany smiles and wiggles her eyebrows. Thanks! I saw the lead singer of 2True wearing them so I had to get some just like it.

They remind me of snot, Murray says.

Murray! Tiffany and I shout, before cracking up laughing. When you´ve known Murray for as long as we have, you learn he isn´t being rude. Murray just says exactly what he´s thinking and sometimes it comes across a bit ... blunt.

The classroom door creaks open and Ms Branberry, our class tutor, walks in carrying an impossibly tall stack of books. Next to her is a girl I´ve never seen before.

A new girl, Tiffany whispers in awe. We haven´t had a new student join the class since Year One!

Hi, Year Five! Ms Branberry says loudly. I´m so happy to be your form tutor this year and even happier that we have a new student joining us!

I like Ms Branberry but she does get excited about everything.

Now our new student is called - Ms Branberry gestures to the girl to introduce herself, but the girl´s cheeks go pink and she stays quiet so our teacher continues. Her name is Neena and she has just moved here from Chitral in Pakistan. Who has heard of Pakistan?

A few people put their hands up, including me. I watched a documentary about Pakistan with my mum. Travel shows are our favourite.

Ms Branberry scans the class and her eyes settle on me. Uh-oh.

Tito, since you have your hand up and because I know you are a very sensible boy, would you look after Neena today?

I mean ... I can´t really say no, can I? I want Ms Branberry to like me and I don´t want to upset Neena. I force a smile and nod but my stomach is churning. I was already nervous and now I have to speak to a new kid. I can´t remember the last time I spoke to someone new. Our town´s so small that everyone knows each other.

Thank you, Tito, Ms Branberry beams, ushering Neena to sit next to me. We want Neena to feel extremely welcome here so I expect everyone to be very, very kind to her. OK?

Yes, Ms Branberry, we reply as one.

Neena scuttles over to our table at the back and sits on the empty chair next to me. I try not to stare at her but I notice she keeps her eyes down the whole time. If I´m feeling nervous about the first day back, then Neena must feel even worse, being completely new.

Come on, Tito, be brave. I´m sure she doesn´t bite.

I take a deep breath and ignore the uneasy churning in my belly. Ms Branberry has trusted me to look after the new girl so I´m going to do my best to make her feel welcome.

I can feel Tiffany and Murray´s eyes on me as...

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