Baby’s awake,’ she said in a silly voice. ‘Baby must be all excited about the baby disco.’
I turned my face to the wall, but Hazel went on anyway.
‘I wonder has baby got a nice new dress for the disco? And a pretty pink ribbon for her little baby hair?’
Alice didn’t say anything which made me feel a small bit better, but she didn’t ask Hazel to stop either. She just kept her eyes on her phone, texting as if her life depended on it.
I got dressed as quickly as I could, and ran down to breakfast. Everyone was all excited about the disco. Even the boys were talking about what they were going to wear.
I picked up my food, and brought my tray to where Sarah was sitting. I sat down next to her. She was all excited too.
‘I am
so
looking forward to the disco,’ she said. ‘I’m going to wear my denim skirt, and a white shirt, and this really cool sparkly belt my mum gave me for my birthday.’
I sighed. Why couldn’t I have the kind of mum who gave really cool sparkly belts as birthday presents? On my last birthday my mum had given me a book about gardening, four new pairs of socks, and a voucher for the local swimming pool.
Sarah interrupted my thoughts.
‘What are you wearing tonight?’
I gave another big sigh. A week ago, I’d had itall planned. Now I had no idea. I had a funny feeling that Alice wouldn’t want to lend me the turquoise top that she’d promised me. I still had my white jeans, but all my tops seemed old and raggy. Everyone would look great, and I’d be like Cinderella – before her fairy godmother arrived.
Anyway, it didn’t matter, because I’d suddenly made up my mind.
‘I’m not going to the disco tonight,’ I said quickly.
Sarah looked at me in horror.
‘But you have to go to the disco. Everyone’s going.’
I shrugged.
‘Alice and Hazel aren’t going.’
‘Yeah, but that’s only because they’re not allowed to.’
I shrugged again, like I didn’t really care.
‘Whatever.’
We were quiet for a minute, and then Sarah said,
‘Are they talking to you yet?’
I shook my head.
Sarah made a face.
‘Why can’t they just get over themselves?’
I had to smile.
‘I don’t care about Hazel,’ I said. ‘I don’t care if she ever talks to me or not. But I wish Alice would be friends with me again.’
Sarah smiled at me.
‘She will. Don’t worry. When you get back home, and Alice is far away from Horrible Hazel, everything will be like before. Anyway, back to the disco. If you don’t go, it’s like showing Alice and Hazel that they’ve won. They’ll know that they’ve really upset you. You have to go tonight, just to show them that you don’t care.’
‘But I do care,’ I protested.
Sarah smiled again.
‘Well then you just have to pretend that you don’t. Now finish your breakfast, and come up to my room. I’ve got lots of clothes, and I’ll lend you something for tonight.’
On the way up to Sarah’s room, we met Hazel. To my horror, she was wearing Alice’s turquoise top. I knew already that I wouldn’t be wearing it any time soon, but it really hurt to see it on Hazel– especially since it looked so good on her.
‘Like my top?’ she said. ‘My best friend Alice lent it to me.’
Sarah laughed.
‘It’s a lovely top, and you’re very lucky to have it. Are you wearing it to detention tonight?’
Hazel tossed her head, and flounced off.
I smiled.
Why could I never think of quick replies like that?
Why did my clever comments only ever come to me when it was hours too late?
* * *
Sarah is probably the kindest person I’ve ever met. She lent me a beautiful red t-shirt, and a really cool pair of jeans, and a pair of red sandals. She did my hair for me, and lent me some sparkly lip-gloss.
We met Sam on the way in to the disco, and he said,
‘You look really nice, Megan,’ Luckily it was a bit dark, so no-one could see how red I went.
All through the disco Sarah stayed with me(except for the three times that Sam
I turned my face to the wall, but Hazel went on anyway.
‘I wonder has baby got a nice new dress for the disco? And a pretty pink ribbon for her little baby hair?’
Alice didn’t say anything which made me feel a small bit better, but she didn’t ask Hazel to stop either. She just kept her eyes on her phone, texting as if her life depended on it.
I got dressed as quickly as I could, and ran down to breakfast. Everyone was all excited about the disco. Even the boys were talking about what they were going to wear.
I picked up my food, and brought my tray to where Sarah was sitting. I sat down next to her. She was all excited too.
‘I am
so
looking forward to the disco,’ she said. ‘I’m going to wear my denim skirt, and a white shirt, and this really cool sparkly belt my mum gave me for my birthday.’
I sighed. Why couldn’t I have the kind of mum who gave really cool sparkly belts as birthday presents? On my last birthday my mum had given me a book about gardening, four new pairs of socks, and a voucher for the local swimming pool.
Sarah interrupted my thoughts.
‘What are you wearing tonight?’
I gave another big sigh. A week ago, I’d had itall planned. Now I had no idea. I had a funny feeling that Alice wouldn’t want to lend me the turquoise top that she’d promised me. I still had my white jeans, but all my tops seemed old and raggy. Everyone would look great, and I’d be like Cinderella – before her fairy godmother arrived.
Anyway, it didn’t matter, because I’d suddenly made up my mind.
‘I’m not going to the disco tonight,’ I said quickly.
Sarah looked at me in horror.
‘But you have to go to the disco. Everyone’s going.’
I shrugged.
‘Alice and Hazel aren’t going.’
‘Yeah, but that’s only because they’re not allowed to.’
I shrugged again, like I didn’t really care.
‘Whatever.’
We were quiet for a minute, and then Sarah said,
‘Are they talking to you yet?’
I shook my head.
Sarah made a face.
‘Why can’t they just get over themselves?’
I had to smile.
‘I don’t care about Hazel,’ I said. ‘I don’t care if she ever talks to me or not. But I wish Alice would be friends with me again.’
Sarah smiled at me.
‘She will. Don’t worry. When you get back home, and Alice is far away from Horrible Hazel, everything will be like before. Anyway, back to the disco. If you don’t go, it’s like showing Alice and Hazel that they’ve won. They’ll know that they’ve really upset you. You have to go tonight, just to show them that you don’t care.’
‘But I do care,’ I protested.
Sarah smiled again.
‘Well then you just have to pretend that you don’t. Now finish your breakfast, and come up to my room. I’ve got lots of clothes, and I’ll lend you something for tonight.’
On the way up to Sarah’s room, we met Hazel. To my horror, she was wearing Alice’s turquoise top. I knew already that I wouldn’t be wearing it any time soon, but it really hurt to see it on Hazel– especially since it looked so good on her.
‘Like my top?’ she said. ‘My best friend Alice lent it to me.’
Sarah laughed.
‘It’s a lovely top, and you’re very lucky to have it. Are you wearing it to detention tonight?’
Hazel tossed her head, and flounced off.
I smiled.
Why could I never think of quick replies like that?
Why did my clever comments only ever come to me when it was hours too late?
* * *
Sarah is probably the kindest person I’ve ever met. She lent me a beautiful red t-shirt, and a really cool pair of jeans, and a pair of red sandals. She did my hair for me, and lent me some sparkly lip-gloss.
We met Sam on the way in to the disco, and he said,
‘You look really nice, Megan,’ Luckily it was a bit dark, so no-one could see how red I went.
All through the disco Sarah stayed with me(except for the three times that Sam