I let Random.org select a page and it picked page 37.
Warm sunlight hits my skin as I step out into the garden, an instant tingle that turns my goosebumps into memories. I’m wearing my favourite T-shirt, the white one with a sequined star on the front, and the new jeans that Mum has bought me for the party. It’s going to be a perfect day.
Here’s something you won’t believe.
I, Cymbeline Igloo, have never been swimming.
It’s the swimming bit you won’t believe, by the way, though if you don’t believe my name either, it really is Cymbeline Igloo, and you have to beleive that because it’s written on my schoolbag and in my jumpers and on lots of other things, like my passport. You won’t believe I’ve never been swimming because I mean totally never. Not ever. Not once, in my whole life. I am nine years old!