Written by Tim Collins
Illustrated by Andrew Pinder
Edited by Sophie Schrey and Philippa Wingate
Cover design by Angie Allison
First published in Great Britain in 2014 by Buster Books,
an imprint of Michael O’Mara Books Limited,
9 Lion Yard, Tremadoc Road, London SW4 7NQ
Copyright © Buster Books 2014
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ISBN: 978-1-78055-268-2 in paperback print format
ISBN: 978-1-78055-276-7 in ebook format
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Contents
June I
June II
June III
June IV
June V
June IX
June X
June XI
June XII
June XIII
June XIV
June XV
June XVI
June XVII
June XVIII
June XIX
June XX
June XXI
June XXII
June XXIII
June XXIV
June XXV
June XXVI
June XXVIII
June XXIX
July I
July II
July III
July IV
July V
July VI
July VII
July VIII
July IX
July X
July XI
July XII
July XIII
July XIV
July XV
July XVI
July XVII
July XVIII
July XIX
July XX
July XXI
July XXII
July XXIII
July XXIV
July XXV
July XXVI
July XXVII
July XXVIII
July XXIX
July XXX
July XXXI
August I
August II
August III
August IV
August V
August VI
August VII
August VIII
August IX
August X
August XI
About Pompeii and Vesuvius
Ancient Roman Words
A Note On Roman Numerals
June I
Disaster! We’re all leaving Rome for the summer and going to some miserable little town that’s miles away. Who would be crazy enough to leave Rome, the GREATEST city in the world, for Pompeii, a dump no one’s ever heard of? My dad, that’s who.
Mum’s not sure she wants to go either. I don’t usually listen to her bonkers superstitions, but Servius, her soothsayer, has made a useful prediction for once.
But does Dad listen to me or the soothsayer? NO.
June II
Mum is still fretting about going to Pompeii but Dad won’t give in. Julius Caesar has ordered him to make the local government pay more tax, and you don’t argue with Caesar if you like having your head on your body.
Mum won’t stop moaning, so Dad put our slave Odius on listening duty tonight.
All Odius had to do was sit there while Mum went on about how terrible it would be if we moved to Pompeii. But after half an hour he gave up, saying he remembered he had to scrub the atrium.Odius usually LOVES sitting around doing nothing. At least we know how to make him work now.
June III
This is VERY suspicious. Mum came back from seeing Servius today and announced she wants to go to Pompeii after all. Apparently, Servius read some new pig entrails and changed his prophecy.
I asked Dad if he’d bribed the greedy old soothsayer, but he denied it. Yet this afternoon I spotted Servius in the market buying a bronze statue. Bit of a coincidence that he can afford such fancy stuff so soon after changing his prophecy, eh?