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laughed. Surely they could see I wasn’t dance
troupe material. I decided it was safest to stick with
my instincts and politely refuse, at least for the time
being, to save face. If it’s too good to be true, it probably is.

4. The Scratch
    Giny was in my sixth period class. She sat with me
and talked relentlessly, scoring us not one but two
warnings from the teacher. She whispered about the
rules and achievements of the group, which Sam
single-handedly coached. Giny also insisted she drive
me home and I refused politely. Towards the end
of class the teacher finally lost his cool with Giny’s
whispering and slammed the ruler on the desk.
    “Detention after class!” I looked so horrified, he
quickly drew it away. “Both of you!” He pointed, trying to look menacing. This was definitely no way to
remain inconspicuous. After class we waited until all
the other students had vacated the room. Mr Marshal
turned to look at us.
    “Giny!” he scolded, “I would appreciate a bit
more respect in class.” He looked annoyed, but less
disgruntled than when he had last addressed us, his
blood pressure now receding.
    “Yes, Mr Marshal,” replied a suddenly obedient
Giny. Mr Marshal shot a warning glare towards her,
then shot the same glare towards me, although I had
continued to say nothing. Then he relaxed his posture and glanced at the white board.
    “Wait here until I come back with your punishment.” He returned ten minutes later with a
photocopy and a diagram. We were instructed to
transfer it on to the board for tomorrow’s class. When
we finished, we were to go. Giny neatly scrawled the
words down and I sketched the diagram after finally
locating a working marker. We were done in no time.
This gave Giny the opportunity to get friendly. She
waffled on about middle school, her family - her sisters, mainly two older. She insisted she give me a lift
home to allow her to apologize, as I had now missed
my bus and it was another hour to wait for the next.
How could I refuse?
    The parking lot was nearly empty. The car I
walked towards was a red hatchback in the student
lot. Giny however veered off to the right and pressed
the remote for a black sedan in the teacher’s park
across the medium strip, which, apart from a severe
looking scratch along the side, gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. A car too adult and stylish which
surely couldn’t belong to a seventeen year old.
    “Is this your parent’s car or something?” I asked.
“Nice!” I added, though I didn’t know much about
cars. She snorted, climbing in. I wondered if she
was offended. “You’re closer to Mr Marshal than I’d
thought,” I joked, looking at the ivory passenger seat,
which was as immaculate as the outside suggested.
    She laughed.
“Yeah, I wish A’s all round.”
“This isn’t his, is it?” I pressed again, sliding with
    a squeak into the cream leather seat.
“Would you mind if it was?”
“I might,” I replied sharply.
Giny laughed.
I didn’t pry further. I hoped as she had the key,
    that it wasn’t stolen and she didn’t seem the type. I
wondered who had been pissed off enough to have
keyed it. I learnt Giny was short for Giane - even
though it was the same length, she told me with brief
laugh.
    “- Short for, but it’s not short - unlike me.” I
imagined she liked this and had said it before, because she thought it was charming.
    I decided to grit my teeth and cut to the chase.
Honesty was the best policy here. Maybe I should get
out before they eventually turned me into small town
gossip. School bullies had cut me before, standing up
for myself had resulted in being suspended and the
experience had left a bad taste in my mouth.
    “Giny.” I interrupted her chatter as she pointed
out her home, a unit off the main road.“What is this
about? Really, none of you have even smiled at me
before today, and I haven’t behaved any differently.”
    I waited nervously in silence for the