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stalker disappears into school.
    Leaving me following ten paces behind him.

t’s amazing what a difference a day can make.
    Or – you know.
    An open and functioning school you don’t have to break into.
    As I push through the glass sixth-form doors, I can feel a terrified, nervous hopping sensation starting at the bottom of my stomach. It takes fifty hours for a snake to fully digest a frog, and for part of that time the frog is still alive. Given the feeling in my stomach, I’m starting to wonder if I’ve accidentally swallowed one too.
    Everything has changed.
    There is now noise and chaos everywhere. Classrooms and corridors are filled with people: giggling, laughing, shouting, singing. Chair legs are being scraped on the floor, various items are flying through the air – rubbers, crumpled-up notes, packets of crisps – and there’s a faint smell of board-marker and furniture polish that’s halfway between a cleaning cupboard and a sofa shop.
    People I don’t recognise are stomping up and down the stairs proprietorially, and students I do know have transformed completely. Braces are off, long hair has been chopped, short hair grown and extended. Acne has erupted or disappeared. A few tentative moustaches have sprouted like shadowy upper lip infections. Everything that was banned last term is scattered defiantly: heels, short skirts, piercings, lipsticks, shaved heads. All worn with pride and triumphant chins.
    It’s the same school, yet – somehow – not at all.
    Sixth form has been open just four weeks and it already feels like everyone has made this world their own. Now it’s my turn.
    With another froggy stomach hop, I reach the door of my new classroom and stand outside on one foot for a few seconds, peeking through the window.
    Then I anxiously pull out my phone.
    Really wish you were here. Hx
    I press SEND and wait a few seconds.
    There’s a beep.
    Me too. Raid the vending machine for me. ;) Nat x
    I smile – I was obviously going to do that anyway – and take a deep breath.
    You can do this, Harriet. You are a goddess of insight and possibilities; a warrior of chance and fate. A goldfish of optimism and opportunity.
    Oh God. My brain is shutting down already.
    Then, with all the courage I can muster, I hold my breath, square my shoulders and lift my chin high.
    And push into my brand-new world.

he really great thing about having the head of drama as my new form teacher this year is – thanks to my role in last year’s production of Hamlet – I already know her.
    The not so great thing?
    She already knows me.
    “Harriet Manners!” Miss Hammond looks up from her desk so enthusiastically that the beaded fringe on her tie-dye scarf gets caught on a pencil pot. “You’ve returned to us for the second time! How utterly wonderful!”
    Oh, sugar cookies. I really hope she’s not going to bring out the book I gave her. I don’t want my first introduction to the class to involve the word loo.
    “ You guys ,” she continues chirpily, waving a hand around. There are so many bracelets, she sounds like an enormous Slinky. “For those who haven’t had the pleasure of meeting her before, Harriet Manners has veritably boomeranged back after a glamorous adventure in Nooooo Yaawwwk!”
    I flush a little bit harder.
    “Apparently Americans eat more bananas than any other fruit,” I blurt anxiously. “And twenty-five per cent of them think the sun orbits the earth.”
    Oh my God. What is wrong with me?
    “Which isn’t why I came back,” I add quickly, the back of my neck starting to prickle. “I like bananas.”
    I like bananas.
    Yup. There are over a million words in the English language, and I chose those three in that particular order to impress a group of strangers.
    I am never reading a fact book again.
    The students in the class murmur “Hey, Harriet” while they try to make sense of me too.
    “Why don’t you plop yourself down there?” Miss Hammond says, pointing to a free seat.