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1) The document is a summary of Part One of the book "One Day" by David Nicholls, which has been retold by F.H. Cornish. 2) It describes the early morning interactions between Emma Morley and Dexter Mayhew on their last night together after graduating from university in Edinburgh. They discuss their future plans and ambitions. 3) As daylight comes, Dexter considers leaving quietly before Emma wakes up but decides to stay after she invites him to do something together later that day.

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One Day Chapter 1

1) The document is a summary of Part One of the book "One Day" by David Nicholls, which has been retold by F.H. Cornish. 2) It describes the early morning interactions between Emma Morley and Dexter Mayhew on their last night together after graduating from university in Edinburgh. They discuss their future plans and ambitions. 3) As daylight comes, Dexter considers leaving quietly before Emma wakes up but decides to stay after she invites him to do something together later that day.

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MACMILLAN READERS

INTERMEDIATE LEVEL

DAVID NICHOLLS

One Day
Retold by F H Cornish

MACMILLAN
PART ONE – THEIR EARLY TWENTIES

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The Future
Friday, 15th July 1988
Rankeillor Street, Edinburgh, Scotland

‘
T he important thing in life is to make a difference – to
make a change to something,’ the girl said.
‘Ah – you mean we have to change the world?’ the boy
replied.
‘No, not all of the world, we just have to change the bit of
it around us,’ the girl said. She was silent for a moment, then
she laughed at herself. ‘I can’t believe I said that. It’s such a
predictable8 thing to say, isn’t it? But what are you going to do
with your life? What’s your plan?’
‘Well, my parents are coming to collect me later today,’ he
told her. ‘Then I’ll go to France for a few weeks and after that,
maybe I’ll go to China.’
‘Oh, you’re going travelling,’ she said wearily9. ‘You’re
predictable too. You’ve got too much money, that’s your
problem, Dexter. What you really mean is that you’re running
away from real life.’
‘Travelling broadens the mind P, Emma,’ he said slowly. He
was trying to copy the girl’s accent. Suddenly, he leaned over
her and kissed her.
‘I think you’re too broad-minded now,’ the girl said, quickly
turning her face away from him.
The girl was from Yorkshire, in the north of England. She
was used to posh10 boys from the south making fun of her soft
northern accent. Sometimes she didn’t care, but now she

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suddenly felt annoyed11 with the boy. Everything was going


wrong tonight. ‘Anyway, I’m not talking about the immediate
future,’ she told him. ‘I’m not asking about tomorrow, I’m
asking what you want to be in twenty years from now.’
At first, the best answer he could think of was ‘I want to be
rich and famous’. But then he thought a bit more and spoke
seriously. ‘I don’t ever want to be different from this,’ he said.
‘I’d like to stay exactly as I am now. Every fifteenth of July, I
want to be just like this.’
The girl was called Emma Morley. The boy’s name was
Dexter Mayhew. They were lying on the narrow bed in Emma’s
room in a shared flat. It was four o’clock in the morning.
The two young people didn’t know each other very well, but
certainly this was a night for thinking about the future. It was
the last night of their university life in Edinburgh. Earlier in
the day, after four years, they had finally graduated12. Soon
they would go in separate directions.
Emma looked up at the boy as he leaned over her. She was
a little annoyed with him, but she still thought that he was
handsome. ‘Mm – handsome. Perhaps “beautiful” is a better
word,’ she thought. And she knew that lots of the other girl
students agreed with her – especially the posh ones from the
south. They all knew that he would get their clothes off and
get them into his bed. His body was muscular and the skin of
his face was tight. His eyebrows were slim and his lips were
full. ‘Yes, he’s beautiful, but he looks a little like a cat,’ Emma
told herself.
‘I think I can imagine you when you’re forty,’ she said
unkindly. ‘You’ll have an expensive red sports car and live in
the most expensive part of London. You’ll be married to your
third wife – no, I’m wrong, your fourth wife. There won’t be
any children. You’re too selfish13 for children. No children, just
three expensive divorces14.’
‘Well, Em,’ Dexter began crossly15.

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‘Who’s “Em”?’ Emma quickly asked.


‘Your friends call you “Em”, I’ve heard them call you that,’
he said.
‘Ah, yes, my friends call me that,’ Emma replied.
‘Can’t I call you that?’ he asked. He sounded worried.
‘Oh, all right then, Dex,’ she said. ‘Go on.’
‘Well, if you think I’m so terrible why are you sleeping with
me?’ he asked.
‘Well, I don’t think I really have slept with you, have I?’ she
replied. ‘You can choose either meaning of “sleep” – I mean,
we haven’t been to sleep and we haven’t done anything else,
have we?’
‘No,’ the boy said, ‘no, we haven’t quite done that.’
Tonight Emma had wanted something different. She wasn’t
sure what it was, but their names sounded good together.
‘Emma and Dexter,’ she thought. ‘Em and Dex.’
‘Wait there,’ Emma said. ‘I’m just going to the bathroom.
Don’t go away.’ She put on her thick glasses and walked
towards the door.
In the bathroom, Emma asked herself why she was being
difficult with the boy. ‘He’s certainly very bourgeois16 and he
isn’t very clever, but I really like him,’ she told herself.
Emma had liked Dexter since she’d first met him at a party
two years before. But she’d never got to know him and in just a
few hours he would be gone. And he certainly wasn’t going to
ask her to go to China with him. It was a bit sad. For the first
time in four years she was with a boy she really liked. But she
couldn’t relax with him. They had been kissing and talking for
eight hours now and she still didn’t know what she wanted.
Dexter, waiting in the bedroom, looked around him. He
had been in so many rooms like this one – rooms where girls
like Emma lived. These girls always wore t-shirts with political
slogans17 on the fronts. There were always political posters on
their walls. There were always CDs of political songs. They

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were all the same, these girls with socialist18 ideas. They always
thought that he was horribly bourgeois and they always thought
that being bourgeois was bad. Well, he had news for them. He
thought that being bourgeois was just fine.
Dexter hadn’t really decided yet on a map for his future life.
But he was twenty-three years old and he had some ambitions19.
He wanted to be successful at something – he just didn’t know
at what. He wanted to make his parents proud of him. He
wanted to meet lots of women. He wanted to have lots of fun
in his life and he wanted never to be sad.
Thinking about fun and sadness, Dexter was now feeling
that this night had been a mistake. There were going to be
tears. There were going to be angry phone calls.
Emma returned and lay down beside him again. She had
put on a t-shirt with a political slogan on the front.
‘Do you mind if we just cuddle20, Dex?’ Emma said.
Dexter didn’t think this was a good idea at all, but he didn’t
say so. ‘OK, if that’s what you want,’ he said, without interest.
‘I can’t believe I just said “cuddle”,’ Emma said, after a
minute of silence. ‘What a terrible bourgeois word for me to
use! I’m sorry.’
‘We must get some sleep,’ said Dexter. He was thinking,
‘This must never happen again.’

There was daylight outside the window. Dexter was still awake
and he was looking at Emma, who was sleeping next to him. ‘I
could leave quietly now, before she wakes up,’ he told himself.
‘Then I don’t need to see her again. Will she mind? Probably,
girls usually do mind. But will I mind?’
It was strange, but the answer to this was not clear to
Dexter. There was something about Emma. She was pretty, but
she seemed to hate herself for that. The red colour of her hair
was out of a bottle and her hairstyle was awful. Dexter guessed
that Emma’s hair had been cut by Tilly Killick, the large, noisy

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‘Do you mind if we just cuddle, Dex?’ Emma said. Dexter didn’t
think this was a good idea at all, but he didn’t say so.
The Future

girl who lived in the other room in this flat. ‘But never mind
the hair,’ Dexter thought. ‘Her face is really pretty and her
body’s amazing.’
Soon he decided that he would leave quietly, never mind
what Emma’s face and body were like. ‘I’ll probably never see
her again,’ he told himself.
Dexter was about to get quietly out of bed when Emma
woke up.
‘What are you doing later today?’ she asked, sleepily.
‘Tell her you’re busy!’ said a voice in Dexter’s head.
‘I don’t have any plans,’ he said aloud.
‘Shall we do something together then?’ she asked.
‘Yes, all right,’ Dexter said.
A moment later, Emma was asleep again.

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