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might actually work as it sounded
boring enough to put you off food altogether but then Liz
produced two Milky Bars and an enormous bag of white
chocolate buttons and I decided that, then again, maybe
not.
MONDAY JANUARY 11TH
    First day back at school. Of course I don't walk to school
with Angela, who says she wouldn't be seen dead
anywhere around school with me 'cos I'm a complete
embarrassment.
    Well, the feeling is totally mutual. I'm sorry to say it
but my sister is a very sad person. She wears her school
blouse buttoned up to the neck and – get this – tucks it
into her skirt. I kid you not. Also she carries a leather
satchel rather than a rucksack, which she keeps polished.
No, really, I've seen her do it. Of course her shoes gleam
like mirrors and the pleats on her skirt are always ironed
so sharp you could practically cut yourself on them. (She
irons her knickers and tights too, but since no one can see
this is just pointless rather than embarrassing.)
    Naturally she wears the school tie and blazer, which
might be OK if she wasn't also the only person in the
entire school with the regulation striped scarf. Even Mr
Smith, our assistant head teacher, was surprised when he
saw it and told her he didn't know we had a school scarf.
It's so humiliating. If she ever wears the school beret
(I've seen it in old pictures of school pupils in the
1950s) I'll have to run away from home with the shame of
it.
    Angela went off to school first to ensure she kept her
record for perfect time-keeping and attendance. Never
mind that she has two free periods first thing, which I
pointed out to her. She told me they were not free periods
but study periods. Yeah, she's a swot too. Might be understandable
if she was super smart but she's not. Despite all
the studying, she's a straight-C pupil, except in Office
Studies, where she gets Bs and so will go to secretarial
college next year. Can't wait.
    After she left I had a good fifteen minutes before I
needed to go, and as both my parents had already gone
off to work I switched on my PlayStation. I would be able
to play it loud for once without the usual 'Turn that thing
down/off for God's sake before I throw it out the
window.'
    Unfortunately I lost track of time a bit so was late on
my first day of term. Not a good start, particularly as Mr
Smith has said he will lock the gates at five past nine and
latecomers will have to wait outside until twenty past,
when he will personally issue everyone with a punishment
exercise and detention.
    Got there at ten past to find I wasn't the only latecomer:
there was a small crowd of pupils plus two
embarrassed and annoyed-looking teachers waiting outside
the locked gates.
    Well, there was no way I was going to hang around in
the freezing cold just because of a psycho assistant head
teacher and locked school gates that were only about
three metres high with plenty of footholds on the way
up.
    First I threw my rucksack over, then quickly climbed up the
    gates. Getting down the other side was a little more difficult but I managed
    it without too much bother, dropping down the last bit and landing on my rucksack.
    I stood up and bowed to the small crowd on the other side, who applauded me
    admiringly – even the teachers – then went to sit in the toilets
    until registration was over. Our regy teacher is getting on a bit and retires
    next year so I'll just tell the office he made a mistake not marking me present
    and they'll put it down to senility. Sorted. Maybe the year wasn't starting
    off too badly after all.
     
    Spoke too soon. At lunch break today spotted Shelly and
her fan club outside the hall. Shelly is blonde and goodlooking
(although I think she has a mean little mouth)
and is usually surrounded by a group of admiring boys
too stupid to see what nasty people she and her so-called
friends (i.e. two scavenger girls who hope to pick up
some of the boys Shelly rejects) really are.
    My sister was patrolling the corridors as she is a
prefect