The Ten Riddles of Eartha Quicksmith – Loris Owen
Kip looked down from his favourite hideout halfway up the Chess Nut Tree. A couple of Saturday joggers and dog walkers went by, but they all had their eyes on the ground. He returned to his homework, which was balanced on the flattest part of the Halfway Branch. But he’d written only a few lines when that unmistakable feeling of being watched came back, stronger this time. There was definitely no one looking up at him. As usual, Ashleigh had disappeared with her squawking friends right after dropping him off. And Chess Club didn’t start for twenty minutes.