![]() These others all went to a local school where uniform was not required. However he mussed them up, he still stood out among the others he had to pass through. Of course he took his blazer and tie off in the train and stuffed them into his schoolbag, but that still left his white shirt, black trousers and grey pullover. ![]() ![]() Omri was only one of many children walking, playing or hanging around in Hovel Road at this hour, but he was the only one who wore school uniform. That meant that when he came out of the station it was practically dark. It was October, and the clocks had gone back. He didn’t have to walk half a mile along Hovel Road to the station every day, as Omri did to get to school, and again – as now – to get home in the gloomy afternoon. Omri’s father objected strongly to Omri calling it a slum. True, the new house was larger, and so was the garden. He had done his best to understand why his parents had decided to move here from the other house in the other, much nicer, district. Omri would have liked to live by the sea, or indeed almost anywhere in the world rather than Hovel Road. Omri thought grimly that this was much more appropriate than ‘Hove’ which sounded pleasantly like somewhere by the sea. ![]() Someone with a sense of humour and a black spray-can had recently added an ‘l’ to the word ‘Hove’ on the street sign on the corner, making it ‘Hovel Road’. ![]() Omri emerged from the station into Hove Road. ![]()
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