\u201cOut! Out! Out of the O-Zone!\u201d shouts the man with a bottle in his hand, \u201cOut, fucking gases! Y~ou\u2019re not welcome, y~ou\u2019re not welcome; y~ou\u2019re not wel-come-a-ny-more!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut we need gases to breathe\u201d, I say to mummy.<\/p>\n
She picked me up from school a couple of minutes ago. She holds my hand tighter and we walk faster.<\/p>\n
We cross the road and turn a corner before she replies to me, \u201cWe do, darling. We need Oxygen and Carbon, Hydrogen and Nitrogen; it\u2019s the combination of gases in our air that help us to live.\u201d<\/p>\n
Last week at school, Miss Gale taught us about Helium \u2013 I really loved learning about Helium. I found out where it comes from in the world, and where I can find Helium in my home town. I also found out that it makes my voice go all squeaky, which I really<\/em> like.<\/p>\n This morning Miss Gale was very sad when we got to the classroom. The headmaster was there and he asked her if she was okay. She must have been feeling better because she started smiling again and he went away. I think the headmaster is good at fixing things, but Wendy told me that he actually makes things worse.<\/p>\n Mummy buys me a comic book at the shop \u2013 she says it is because I was good today.<\/p>\n \u201cMummy, what will happen if the gases have to go away?\u201d I ask her when we\u2019re walking again.<\/p>\n \u201cWithout gases in the air, plants wouldn\u2019t be able to grow, the wind couldn\u2019t blow, and we couldn\u2019t breathe, darling\u201d, she explained to me.<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t want the plants to stop growing, mummy.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNeither do I, darling, but it looks like it might happen.\u201d<\/p>\n We\u2019re nearly home, but there\u2019s another man shouting things on the street, and there are a lot of people listening to him \u2013 too many people to walk through. He has lots of signs around him and a machine that makes his voice louder \u2013 I think he needs his voice to be so loud because all the other people are very noisy too.<\/p>\n \u201cGases are taking our space! Gases are blowing over from across the sea, carried by the wind, without permission! They\u2019re increasing air pressure, giving us stormy weather, they\u2019re blowing over signs, and trees, and even houses. They are blowing over your houses, your family\u2019s houses, and your local businesses. We don\u2019t want them in this country anymore, and we don\u2019t need them in this country anymore! Gases, out! Out! Out the O-Zone!\u201d yells the man into his machine.<\/p>\n The other people cheer and start chanting along, \u201cOut! Out! Out the O-Zone!\u201d<\/p>\n Me and mummy turn around and take the long way round the street to get home. We walk past Wendy\u2019s house and she is sitting by herself under her slide. I can hear Wendy\u2019s mum and dad shouting inside their kitchen \u2013 I\u2019m a little bit scared, but I don\u2019t tell mummy.<\/p>\n I can see our driveway, so I let go of mummy\u2019s hand and run to the front door. The door is locked and I can\u2019t open it. I turn to mummy, who is standing on the driveway; she dropped her bag.<\/p>\n \u201cMummy, daddy\u2019s locked the door! Silly daddy!\u201d<\/p>\n Mummy starts to cry, so I go and ask her if she is okay. She doesn\u2019t tell me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u201cOut! Out! Out of the O-Zone!\u201d shouts the man with a bottle in his hand, \u201cOut, fucking gases! Y~ou\u2019re not welcome, y~ou\u2019re not welcome; y~ou\u2019re not wel-come-a-ny-more!\u201d \u201cBut we need gases to breathe\u201d, I say to mummy. She picked me up from school a couple of minutes ago. She holds my hand tighter and we