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on?” they shrieked, but I guess Mia or one of the others must have signalled to them that it wasn’t a good question to be asking because the dorm was suddenly embarrassingly silent. Then after a moment it filled up with false-sounding chatter, and Mia gave my shoulder a quick pat before climbing down from my bed, which made me feel like a dog.
    I spent the rest of the evening wishing that this day would hurry up and be over. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the auditions, and every time I pictured Cara’s face sneering at me or heard Miss Pritchard’s voice saying those awful words to me, I filled up with anger, which made it impossible to concentrate on prep or even telly. I think supper was the worst time of all because I had to suffer the sight of Cara, still showing off with all her friends. Even though she was at a table on the other side of the dining hall from where we were all sitting, I could tell she was making sure she was the centre of attention the whole time by the way she talked more than anyone else and kept tossing her head and running her fingers through her hair.
    â€œForget about Cara,” said Naomi, following my eyes. “She’s just not worth worrying about.”
    And I tried. I really tried.
    Waking up the following morning was absolutely terrible. I was still as angry as ever. But the anger was heavier because it was mixed with sadness. This was the day when Miss Pritchard was going to put the list up and everyone who’d auditioned would find out how they’d got on. I was just wondering whether there was any chance at all that my friends might forget about the whole subject of the play, when Mia shook my shoulder.
    â€œCome on, Georgie! Up you get! You should be excited. You’ll find out what part you got today!”
    This time when I thought back to the auditions I just felt flat. There was no way I’d get a part because I hadn’t changed my second choice to Susie Perkins, and Miss Pritchard would have said if she’d thought I’d be good at any other part.
    â€œI won’t get a part,” I said firmly.
    â€œLet’s go and look at break time, shall we?” said Naomi, as though I hadn’t spoken.
    I didn’t mean to sound horrible but the last thing I wanted was for my friends to know how useless I was and all feel sorry for me. “What do you mean ‘ we ’? I’ll go on my own, okay?”
    â€œAre you sure?” asked Mia gently.
    I nodded, trying to ignore the hurt look on her face, and went off to the bathroom.
    It was English first lesson, which is one of my better subjects because the teacher makes everything really interesting and we sometimes get to act out bits of plays or read a poem or a short story out loud. There was no way I could have read anything out loud this morning, not after what happened yesterday. Anyway, I was too tense about the thought of the cast list going up. But the English lesson was okay because we plotted stories in pairs, and Mia came up with most of the ideas. After English it was maths. I don’t think I took in a single fact in that maths lesson, which wasn’t going to do me any favours when it came to prep that night, and neither would it help my end-of-term report. At the back of my mind I was starting to dread showing Mum and Dad my report, but only at the very back. The rest of my mind was taken up with thoughts of the play.
    When the bell went for morning break, my heart started racing. Mia and the others walked up to the main building with me then waited outside while I went in. Lots of Year Nines were standing in front of the noticeboard, all talking excitedly and prodding the list. I couldn’t bring myself to look with so many people there, so I faked a big interest in the photos on the opposite wall and waited till the Year Nines had started to drift away. Then I turned round just as Cara and her fan club appeared. There was nowhere to escape