Last Bus to Everland by Sophie Cameron
This never would have happened if I hadn’t named the bloody cat Tinker Bell. He stares at me over Leanne Watson’s shoulder as she sprints up Leith Walk, his face squashed against her neck. Fake fingernails dig into his ginger fur; one gold hoop earring falls over his head like a lopsided halo. Leanne glances back, almost tripping over a buggy sliding out of the co-op, and grins. “Come on, Fairy! Come save Tinker Bell!” Tink wriggles and yowls, the way he always does when anyone but me tries to pick him up, but Leanne’s grip is like a vise. (I should know; she’s had me in a headlock more than once.) Michelle McInnes chugs along after her, pulling up her jeans as she runs.