Sarah flicked her long black hair over her shoulder and sighed. A blowfly buzzed around the head in front of her. She wasn't surprised. Jordan Brown was the smelliest boy in the school. Flies always made a beeline for him. Beeline? Maybe that should have been flyline. That sounded more like a tightrope. Tightrope walkers were amazing. They were like cats, so graceful and elegant bouncing along a rope withou-
"Sarah?"
She jerked awake, her pencil dropping on the floor with a clatter. The blood rose up to her face as she heard snickers from around the classroom.
Mr Parker, the history teacher, was giving her a disapproving stare.
"Not listening? Who can help Sarah out?"
Libby Marrow's hand shot up. Mr Parker ignored her.
"Anyone?"
Libby was practically jumping out of her seat. Sarah exchanged a look with her best friend, Jasmine. They both rolled their eyes.
"Come on, people, we went over this last week. The time leading up to World War II. What was it?"
Sarah was surprised that Libby hadn't wet her pants with excitement. At last, Mr Parker seemed to realise that most of the class had fallen asleep in the summer heat.
"Libby?"
"The Great Depression," she answered. Sarah was tempted to mimic her, but Jasmine beat her to it. They both giggled. Mr Parker frowned and opened his mouth to rebuke them.
BRIIIIIIIIIING!
Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief. "Saved by the bell," she whispered.
Sarah nodded in agreement, but her mind was on other things. Dominic, the most handsome boy in the school by far, was hanging around outside the classroom. Why? She swallowed hard and followed Jasmine out of the door. Mr Parker was yelling something about an assignment due next week. She realised she had meant to ask him about that. Oh, too bad. It could wait.
'Act cool. Flick your hair. Smile. Don't drop your books. Smile, dammit, smile!'
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Sarah flicked her long black hair over her shoulder and sighed. A blowfly buzzed around the head in front of her. She wasn't surprised. Jordan Brown was the smelliest boy in the school. Flies always made a beeline for him. Beeline? Maybe that should have been flyline. That sounded more like a tightrope. Tightrope walkers were amazing. They were like cats, so graceful and elegant bouncing along a rope withou-
"Sarah?"
She jerked awake, her pencil dropping on the floor with a clatter. The blood rose up to her face as she heard snickers from around the classroom.
Mr Parker, the history teacher, was giving her a disapproving stare.
"Not listening? Who can help Sarah out?"
Libby Marrow's hand shot up. Mr Parker ignored her.
"Anyone?"
Libby was practically jumping out of her seat. Sarah exchanged a look with her best friend, Jasmine. They both rolled their eyes.
"Come on, people, we went over this last week. The time leading up to World War II. What was it?"
Sarah was surprised that Libby hadn't wet her pants with excitement. At last, Mr Parker seemed to realise that most of the class had fallen asleep in the summer heat.
"Libby?"
"The Great Depression," she answered. Sarah was tempted to mimic her, but Jasmine beat her to it. They both giggled. Mr Parker frowned and opened his mouth to rebuke them.
BRIIIIIIIIIING!
Jasmine breathed a sigh of relief. "Saved by the bell," she whispered.
Sarah nodded in agreement, but her mind was on other things. Dominic, the most handsome boy in the school by far, was hanging around outside the classroom. Why? She swallowed hard and followed Jasmine out of the door. Mr Parker was yelling something about an assignment due next week. She realised she had meant to ask him about that. Oh, too bad. It could wait.
'Act cool. Flick your hair. Smile. Don't drop your books. Smile, dammit, smile!'