ridiculous pair of high heels. I really do mean high. Six inches at least. They
almost doubled her height. She must have had to climb a stepladder just to get into them.
‘They look painful,’ Ang said.
Lily nodded. ‘They’re not even nice.’
They weren’t. There was a ring of spikes around the ankle. They looked like something a Viking would use in battle.
‘Maybe she’s trying to keep people away from her toes,’ Angharad suggested.
I nodded. ‘That’s understandable. She doesn’t want anyone to know that she’s got trotters instead of feet.’
Just at that moment, Icky topped things off by deciding that she wanted a drink. She left her band of annoying girls and walked off to the refreshments hatch. I say walked, but actually she had
to bend her knees and throw out her arms just to keep her balance. She tried to use speed to suggest confidence, but it was more of a trot than a strut. Essentially, she looked like a drunken pony
on a tightrope. I laughed so hard that I hope I haven’t spoiled my phone footage with all the shaking.
When Finn arrived, I got separated from the girls for a while, but I didn’t mind because Finn was being super chatty and attentive. Also, he was looking really good. He was wearing a
T-shirt that seemed to showcase his collarbone. Even that boy’s skeleton is attractive. I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed how gorgeous he was looking; every time I turned round,
I could see dozens of girls’ eyes fixed on him. Some of them didn’t just look. Some of them wanted to chat. I suppose that it’s to Finn’s credit that he talked to everyone
that wanted to speak to him rather than swatting them away like the blood-sucking insects that they are.
I was wondering if we could set up some sort of force field to keep back dribbling girls when I spotted Megs, Cam and Ethan working their way across the hall. I waved. ‘Come and sit with
us!’
Ethan looked at the people sitting at my table: sporty boys and hair-flicking girls. ‘Sorry, Faith, the light bouncing off this lot’s fake smiles would give me a migraine.
We’re going to sit with Westy.’ He pointed towards the back of the hall. ‘If you get tired of listening to people tell you how great they are, you should come over.’
He turned away and Cameron followed him, pulling Megs by the hand. Megs mouthed sorry and said, ‘I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?’, leaving me on my own. I mean not on my own
obviously: I was sitting next to my lovely boyfriend. But I wished the gang had stuck around. I don’t see why Ethan couldn’t put aside his dislike of people who can run faster than him
for once.
Finn asked me about my day and we had a nice chat about why parents are obsessed with the tidiness of rooms they’re not even allowed to enter, but when he went off to get us some drinks I
was left with his friends and the large crowd of girls they’d attracted, and I was a bit stuck for something to say.
‘I like the fairy lights,’ I said to Josh.
He nodded.
‘It’s a good night, isn’t it?’
He nodded again.
Then a girl interrupted me to say to Josh, ‘I saw you playing basketball the other day. You were amazing.’
Which was obviously the key to Josh’s voice box because he started going on about jab steps and skip passes.
I could see that Finn had been waylaid on his way to getting our drinks so I decided to look for the girls. I got as far as the steps up to the stage when a voice in my ear said,
‘Where’s the bar?’
It was Ethan.
I pointed. ‘It’s less of a bar and more of a hatch.’
Ethan looked round and saw Mrs Webber trying to open a packet of straws behind the serving window that connects the hall to the kitchen.
‘I was going to suggest whisky and soda,’ Ethan said, lounging against the stage, ‘but I think weak lemon squash is more likely.’
‘I’ve often wondered about the lemon squash market,’ I said.
‘Yeah, it’s entirely supported by schools and the
almost doubled her height. She must have had to climb a stepladder just to get into them.
‘They look painful,’ Ang said.
Lily nodded. ‘They’re not even nice.’
They weren’t. There was a ring of spikes around the ankle. They looked like something a Viking would use in battle.
‘Maybe she’s trying to keep people away from her toes,’ Angharad suggested.
I nodded. ‘That’s understandable. She doesn’t want anyone to know that she’s got trotters instead of feet.’
Just at that moment, Icky topped things off by deciding that she wanted a drink. She left her band of annoying girls and walked off to the refreshments hatch. I say walked, but actually she had
to bend her knees and throw out her arms just to keep her balance. She tried to use speed to suggest confidence, but it was more of a trot than a strut. Essentially, she looked like a drunken pony
on a tightrope. I laughed so hard that I hope I haven’t spoiled my phone footage with all the shaking.
When Finn arrived, I got separated from the girls for a while, but I didn’t mind because Finn was being super chatty and attentive. Also, he was looking really good. He was wearing a
T-shirt that seemed to showcase his collarbone. Even that boy’s skeleton is attractive. I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed how gorgeous he was looking; every time I turned round,
I could see dozens of girls’ eyes fixed on him. Some of them didn’t just look. Some of them wanted to chat. I suppose that it’s to Finn’s credit that he talked to everyone
that wanted to speak to him rather than swatting them away like the blood-sucking insects that they are.
I was wondering if we could set up some sort of force field to keep back dribbling girls when I spotted Megs, Cam and Ethan working their way across the hall. I waved. ‘Come and sit with
us!’
Ethan looked at the people sitting at my table: sporty boys and hair-flicking girls. ‘Sorry, Faith, the light bouncing off this lot’s fake smiles would give me a migraine.
We’re going to sit with Westy.’ He pointed towards the back of the hall. ‘If you get tired of listening to people tell you how great they are, you should come over.’
He turned away and Cameron followed him, pulling Megs by the hand. Megs mouthed sorry and said, ‘I’ll see you in a bit, yeah?’, leaving me on my own. I mean not on my own
obviously: I was sitting next to my lovely boyfriend. But I wished the gang had stuck around. I don’t see why Ethan couldn’t put aside his dislike of people who can run faster than him
for once.
Finn asked me about my day and we had a nice chat about why parents are obsessed with the tidiness of rooms they’re not even allowed to enter, but when he went off to get us some drinks I
was left with his friends and the large crowd of girls they’d attracted, and I was a bit stuck for something to say.
‘I like the fairy lights,’ I said to Josh.
He nodded.
‘It’s a good night, isn’t it?’
He nodded again.
Then a girl interrupted me to say to Josh, ‘I saw you playing basketball the other day. You were amazing.’
Which was obviously the key to Josh’s voice box because he started going on about jab steps and skip passes.
I could see that Finn had been waylaid on his way to getting our drinks so I decided to look for the girls. I got as far as the steps up to the stage when a voice in my ear said,
‘Where’s the bar?’
It was Ethan.
I pointed. ‘It’s less of a bar and more of a hatch.’
Ethan looked round and saw Mrs Webber trying to open a packet of straws behind the serving window that connects the hall to the kitchen.
‘I was going to suggest whisky and soda,’ Ethan said, lounging against the stage, ‘but I think weak lemon squash is more likely.’
‘I’ve often wondered about the lemon squash market,’ I said.
‘Yeah, it’s entirely supported by schools and the
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