By Sally Rippin
What do you do should you locate an angel with a damaged wing? There are just issues Jelly likes concerning the new apartment on Rosemary highway: the outdated apricot tree and the creek over the again fence. One evening, Jelly and her cousins spot anything within the creek's darkish waters. at the start they suspect it is a chook, however it isn't…it's a child angel with a damaged wing. They choose to retain it. yet Jelly quickly discovers that you just cannot simply take anything from the place it belongs and anticipate that it will not be ignored. Sally Rippin's Angel Creek is a publication approximately being courageous and egocentric and hard and scared. it is a publication approximately an angel, approximately growing to be up. And concerning the extraordinary issues that ensue in the summertime sooner than highschool starts off. 'Hideaways, rescues, damaged ideas, and a lady who needs to safeguard anything fragile and helpful and out of this world…I enjoyed this book.' Martine Murray
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There must be somewhere we can get under,’ Jelly said, adjusting her hold on the angel’s damp body. The angel hunched still and silent against Jelly’s chest as they walked around the fence. Its left wing was folded neatly against its spine, but the right wing hung loosely over Jelly’s arm. The longest feathers almost grazed her knee. Every now and then it would lift its head to see where they were going then settle again with a sigh. Pik trailed behind Gino, yawning and rubbing his eyes. ‘Are you okay—’ Jelly started to say, when a beam of light swung across a telegraph pole in front of them.
Perched in the tree’s wide branches, high above the garden, Jelly could see the whole world and nobody could see her. Since they had moved house, this had become Jelly’s secret place. Here nobody bothered her except for the birds. She gazed up through the shivering leaves. Pale stars glittered in the darkening sky and a huge yellow moon hung on the horizon. It was Christmas Eve. It should have been a perfect night. But Jelly was in the wrong garden in the wrong neighbourhood—perhaps even in the wrong family.
Gino spat out an apricot stone and sighed. ’ ‘Yuck,’ Jelly said. ‘Don’t think so. ’ ‘Good idea,’ said Gino, and without another word they were out of the tree and over the fence. It was much cooler by the water. Jelly and Gino waded in the shallows and watched insects skitter across the glossy mud. In the tunnel, two boys were throwing stones into the water. ’ Jelly frowned. ’ She watched as one of the boys picked up a big stone and hurled it at a duck, missing it by only a few centimetres. The boys laughed as the duck paddled away, quacking indignantly.
Angel Creek by Sally Rippin