Winging It Read Online Free

her for another forty-eight hours.
    “That’s all for now, kids,” beamed Mr Allbright. “I look forward to meeting you again, the day after tomorrow.”
    Lola stuck up her hand. “Sir,” she said. “Shouldn’t you tell us where we’re staying this term?”
    Our teacher looked astounded. “Did I forget to do that?”
    “Yes, sir!” everyone yelled.
    Mr Allbright hastily produced yet another list and reeled off names.
    I couldn’t help feeling a happy little buzz when I found out I was staying in Lola’s dorm.
    Amber looked wistful. “I’ll say goodbye then.”
    Everyone started moving off. “Hope we run into you soon, Melanie!” called one of the girls.
    “Very, very soon,” agreed her friend with a weird little smirk.
    They looked as innocent as new-born babes, yet I had the definite feeling they were up to something.
    Lola cleared her throat. “Just ignore them,” she advised. “So do you want to go straight to our dorm, or what?”
    I’d been dying for the moment when Lola and me could start swapping life stories. And it turned out she felt exactly the same! We drifted towards the dorms, talking our heads off.
    I got totally overexcited when I discovered Lola was from the twenty-second century!
    “That is SO amazing!” I said. “You were born more than a hundred years after me, but here it’s like we’re exactly the same age!”
    “This place takes getting used to,” Lola agreed. “People from different times mixed up together. That’s why they have a dress code.”
    I was stunned. All this groovy gear I’d been seeing everywhere was Angel Academy uniform!
    “I’ll take you into town tomorrow to get yours,” Lola suggested. “We’ll go right after your - er…” Her voice suddenly trailed off.
    “After my what?” I said.
    For some reason, Lola had gone really red. “Who knows!” she giggled. “Sometimes even I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
    “Oh, me too,” I said sympathetically. And to show Lola I totally understood, I started chattering on about the time I practically got expelled for lopping six inches off my school skirt.
    All at once Amber came dashing back, bubbling with excitement. “Guess what! I went to sign up for the history club. And it’s filling up really fast. So if you’re interested, you should get down to the library right away.”
    “Wow, thanks, Amber,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.
    She blushed. “It’s no trouble. I missed some brilliant opportunities when I first got here, just because I didn’t know they were available. Sorry, got to go! Bye!” She sped away, plaits bouncing.
    Lola grabbed my hand. To my astonishment, she was shaking with excitement. “Mel, is it OK if we check out the dormitory later?”
    “Sure,” I said, surprised.
    “Come on, the library’s back there!” Lola launched herself into an impressive sprint.
    I tore after her, totally baffled. Lola couldn’t be getting this psyched about some geeky school club, could she?
    Apparently she could! “I’m so glad Amber told us,” she gasped out. “I am desperate to join this club. I couldn’t even get on the waiting list last term.”
    “You’re really that crazy about history?” I said.
    Lola looked amazed. “Aren’t you?”
    “I think I’d rather eat my own head,” I said truthfully.
    The library turned out to be the magical glass building I’d seen earlier. Instead of rushing in to sign up, Lola dithered outside. “I won’t pressure you if history’s not your thing,” she said. “Just wait here if you like.”
    I shrugged. “OK.”
    To my surprise Lola looked incredibly fed up. She disappeared through the revolving doors. Next minute she was back, eyes blazing. “I can’t believe it!” she fumed. “When I saw you, I thought, that girl is my soul buddy.”
    “I thought that too,” I said nervously.
    Lola stamped her foot. “Then why aren’t you jumping up and down at the idea of travelling through time?”
    I gasped. “They