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Pant pant, rush rush. Jas waiting for me.

She said, “Why do you look like Elvis Presley?”

As we ran up the hill towards school, we could see Hawkeye standing like a ferret by the gates. Oh here we go again…the beret patrol!!!! I hadn’t got mine on. No time for the “sausage” or the “lunchpack”. Only one thing for it. I fished the beret out of my bag and pulled it right down over my ears. You could only just see my eyes.

When we ran past Hawkeye she shook herself like something nasty had made a nest in her knickers.

“Two minutes to assembly; don’t start the term with a detention.”

Oh very caring. “Hello, Georgia, welcome back,” would have been nice.

As we dashed to the cloakroom I said to Jas, “Imagine her having a boyfriend! Erlack, no no, I must pull my mind away from that otherwise I’ll start imagining her snogging or something. Urgh!!!! Urgh! I’ve done it now: I’ve let it in my brain!!! Hawkeye getting up to number seven on the snogging scale. Putting her tongue in someone’s mouth. Maybe Herr Kamyer in his lederhosen. Urghhhh. Erlack. Get out, get out!!!”

I ripped off my beret and coat and went into the main hall.

Rosie, Ellen, Jools and Mabs– otherwise known as the Ace Crew– were all there. I gave them our special Klingon salute. They looked at me like they had never seen me before. Had they forgotten all we had shared after so little time? I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Hawkeye. What fresh hell? She looked down her big beaky nose at me and hissed, “Take this, make yourself presentable and get back here as quickly as you can, you stupid girl.”

I looked down and saw that she had given me a comb. When I went into the loos I saw my hair had gone the shape of my pulled-down beret because of the superdooper hair gel.

Sacré bleu! I feel like un nincompoop.