denial because neither of them is terribly in touch with their emotions.â
âMelanie,â said Friday.
âDonât worry, your secret is safe with me,â said Christopher with a wink.
âIâm not marrying anyone,â protested Friday.
âDonât be so hard on yourself,â said Melanie. âSure, you are a trifle odd, but youâre quite pretty when youâre not wearing your green hat and brown cardigan. Ian wonât be able to resist you forever.â
Mercifully, thoughts of romance were soon forgotten when the students found themselves standing in the middle of a cold damp field, waiting for their turn to fire their rockets. Mr Davies had lined them up in a row and was personally supervising each launch. It was actually not quite as exciting as you mightimagine because there is a lot that can go wrong with a rocket: electrical faults, design failures, damp in the connectors. The first two rockets didnât fire at all, which made the girls who built them giggle. Theyâd only joined the science club because word had got out that Christopher, the dreamy new boy, had put his name down.
The third rocket did fire but then it spun in tight circles, never making it more than two metres off the ground before embedding itself nose-first in the cricket pitch.
âOh dear, Mr Pilcher isnât going to be happy about that,â worried Mr Davies. âHeâs already got enough holes to deal with.â
Then it was Ianâs turn. Friday and Melanie took a couple of steps back, just in case Ian had packed his rocket with chocolate pudding or some other prank. Ian nonchalantly held the launch button in his hand.
âWhen youâre ready, Mr Wainscott,â said Mr Davies.
Ian smiled his smug smile, which made the girls giggle again. âCan I have a countdown, ladies?â he asked.
The girls giggled some more. Friday rolled her eyes. âThis will be interesting. I wonder if they can count backwards from ten.â
Evidently the girls did not like to stretch themselves, because they started from five. âFive ⦠four ⦠three ⦠two ⦠one ⦠Blast off!â
Ian pressed the launch button and ⦠nothing happened. His face fell. He started to walk towards the rocket to see what the problem was.
Friday instinctively did the same. Ian might be her nemesis but she never enjoyed seeing an experiment fail. They both arrived at the rocket at the same moment when suddenly WHOOOSH!, the rocket shot up in the air. Friday stumbled backwards and landed on her bottom. She looked up to see the rocket high in the sky.
âEighty metres, eighty-five, ninety!â came a crackly voice over Mr Daviesâ walkie-talkie. There was an observer standing on the roof of the administration building.
âWell done, Wainscott!â said Mr Davies, applauding enthusiastically.
Ian smiled down at Friday. âDo you think you can beat that?â
âWeâll see,â said Friday.
âMr Gianos, youâre up next,â said Mr Davies.
Christopher stepped forward, made a couple of last-minute adjustments to his rocket, then stood back. He looked a little nervous.
âWould you like us to count down for you too?â tittered Mirabella.
âNo, thank you, I prefer to create dramatic tension in my own way,â said Christopher. He turned and looked at Ian. âBy saying kiss ⦠my â¦â
WHOOOSH!
Christopherâs rocket took off. Straight away it was evident his rocket was going at a greater speed than Ianâs.
âSeventy metres ⦠eighty metres â¦â said the voice over the walkie-talkie.
âWell done, Gianos!â exclaimed Mr Davies. âNinety metres ⦠one hundred!â continued the voice on the radio.
Christopher smiled and cocked his head at Ian, who glowered. The rocket was still going.
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