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t any typical moment, your brain will be using twenty per cent of the oxygen that enters your bloodstream. Mine must have got greedy, because my head suddenly feels so light it could float away like a balloon.

I passed.

In fact, I passed with flying colours.

I don’t want to boast, so all I’m going to say is: I got one more star than the Chamaeleontis constellation and one less than Orionis.

I also got a C in technology, but if I ever need a pine box or a red plastic wall clock that looks like a badly sanded hummingbird, I’ll just go to the shops and buy one.

Nat is spinning on the spot in tiny circles.

“College here I come!” she yells, giving me a high five on every revolution. “I failed history but who cares, I’m going to college!”

Then she stops spinning so we can stare at each other.

My head promptly floats away.

“Sugar cookies!” I squeak, jumping up and down. “We did it!”

“Massive sugar cookies!” Nat shouts.

“UBER sugar cookies!”

“STELLAR sugar cookies!”

“IMMEASURABLE, BOUNDLESS SUGAR COOKIES! Our cookies have gone into orbit!”

“Ah,” Toby says, getting a small green book out of his bag. “I was under the impression that sugar cookies was a negative expression but I will now make a note that it can be used either way.”

Nat and I bounce and giggle hysterically and then gradually start half-hopping out of the school gates.

All this talk of cookies has made me hungry. Maybe my parents will have baked me another cake: a strawberry one, with ‘CONGRATULATIONS’ written in marshmallows and Smarties for the dots on the ‘i’s and—

“Oi,” a voice behind us says. “Did one of you losers drop something?”

And every last bounce and giggle suddenly drains out of me.

Because: