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he was spending with us that I wouldn’t let him hug or kiss me, but, after he apologised about all of that, things have been a lot better. He really has changed the way he acts. And I have a
bit too. Part of me just wanted to be angry forever because I needed my parents, and Suvi, to know that I don’t think it’s fair on the kids when parents get divorced. But actually
it’s quite tiring being angry all the time and I sort of missed my dad, so I decided that I just have to be realistic about my parents: they live in different houses, but they’re both
still my parents and I can still ask them for help and chat to them and get annoyed with them and do all the normal stuff.
    So these days I let Dad kiss me. As long as no one I know is watching.
    Chloe flung her arms round Dad. She’s never been cross with him. In fact, Chloe isn’t usually cross with anyone. But this rugby thing must have really upset her because she started
telling him the whole story right from the beginning. He listened carefully. Which is one of the good changes that he’s made. Not long ago, whenever you were telling my dad something,
he’d have one eye on his phone.
    ‘That doesn’t seem very fair,’ he said when Chloe got to the end. ‘Why don’t you speak to your PE teacher about it?’
    ‘Yes,’ Suvi said. I hadn’t realised that she was listening, but actually she was staring quite hard at Chloe. ‘Yes,’ she said again. ‘You must speak to this
teacher.’
    Chloe shrugged. ‘All right, I’ll give it a go.’

Our school is very proud of its music. We have two orchestras, four choirs, a jazz group, an African drumming club and free percussion lessons for anyone who can hold a beater.
Mr Garcia, the head of music, is really clever and can play any instrument you can think of. He’s even played the piano on some proper musicians’ albums. He does wear horrible patterned
jumpers though. Apart from that, I quite like him because he organises lots of music stuff for us to take part in.
    Every year, before Christmas, we have a carol concert. Last year, I sang the first verse of ‘In the Bleak Midwinter’ as a solo. I like ‘In the Bleak Midwinter’ better
than all those jingle-jangle carols. And if you’d ever had to share a bedroom with Chloe after she’s eaten a plate of sprouts for lunch then you’d know that Christmas can be
pretty bleak.
    The first meeting about the carol concert was after school on Thursday. Lauren missed it because she still wasn’t back at school, but I called her as soon as it finished.
    ‘Hey, Amelia.’ She sounded groggy. I think I might have woken her up.
    ‘Hey, yourself. How are you? I haven’t heard from you for days. Are you really rough?’
    ‘I’m OK. It’s just the flu or something. I was going to call you, but I’ve been sleeping loads.’
    ‘Sorry you’re so ropey.’
    ‘Who are you calling ropey? I’m sorry you’re so flaky.’
    I laughed. I’d missed chatting to Lauren. ‘I hope you get better soon,’ I said.
    ‘I will,’ she said. ‘What’s happening at school?’
    ‘Well, I’ve just been to the first meeting about the Christmas concert and guess what?’ I said.
    ‘What?’
    ‘No cathedral this year.’
    ‘Oh. Does that mean no concert?’
    ‘Nope, but it does mean that things will be completely different.’
    She made a sort of
huh
noise, which I took as encouragement to tell her everything I knew. ‘Mr Garcia seems really excited about it. You know how he twitches when he’s
conducting? He was doing that just talking to us. I think he’s sick of hymns and carols. So we’re not doing any of them. Instead, it’s going to be Christmas songs.’
    ‘Carols are Christmas songs.’ She still sounded half asleep.
    ‘Yes, but we’re not doing churchy ones; we’re doing, you know, pop stuff.’
    ‘Like what?’
    ‘“All I Want for Christmas”.’
    ‘Sounds a bit cheesy.’
    ‘He’s chosen some good ones, honestly, and there