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I’m not sure pop videos are really my thing. And anyway, someone sitting on a chair playing the guitar hardly counts as a pop video, even with little birds and love hearts and butterflies . . .”
    â€œStop being such a dork.” All the time I was talking, Dodi was fiddling with the computer.
    â€œAll done,” she said when I finished explaining. “At the very least it will make him and Flora realize how much they fancy each other.”
    â€œFlora will kill me,” I said. “Zach will kill me.
Zoran
will kill me.”
    â€œNot when Zach sweeps her off her feet and declares his undying love, they won’t. Then Flora and Zach will be eternally grateful, and Zoran will actually thank you, because Zach will stop being so tragic.”
    That is Dodi’s point of view.
    Me, I just hope Flora never, ever sees it.
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    TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 26
    Mum and Dad left home together early this morning. I was brushing my teeth at the bathroom window and I watched as they got into the car and then just sat there, side by side in the front seats, talking for ages but not looking at each other. Even when Dad leaned over and kissed Mum on the cheek, she just carried on staring out of the window, and I’m pretty sure she was crying.
    â€œThey’ve gone to the doctor,” said Jas on the walk to school. “I looked in her diary.”
    â€œBut why has Dad gone with her?” I asked. Jas shrugged and said the diary didn’t say why.
    â€œIt can’t be serious,” Flora said. “Dad would be nicer to her if it was.”
    â€œI saw him kiss her,” I reminded her.
    â€œWell, that makes a pleasant change.” Flora never worries about
anything
unless she absolutely has to.
    Film club was canceled after school today, so I came home early. The house was dark when I got back and at first I thought that it was empty, but when I went to the kitchen to make some tea the back door was open and Mum was sitting on the veranda, wrapped in a blanket and staring at the garden. I called out to her and she jumped. When she turned around I saw that she was holding a photograph.
    â€œWhat are you doing?” I asked her, and she said, “Nothing!” with that smile we all hate because it is so fake. She moved over on the bench to make room for me to sit down. The photograph fell off her lap. It was a picture of Iris.
    â€œOh,” I said, and after that we sat very still and silent. The kettle boiled and I got up to make us both some tea. When I got back the photograph was gone, and Mum had that look people get when they were about to cry but then managed to stop themselves. She took the mug I offered her. I sat on the floor with my back to her chair, and we both watched the garden, which at this time of year is basically muddy and brown except for a few roses still clinging on like nobody’s told them yet that it’s nearly winter.
    â€œSomething momentous is happening,” Mum said.
    I thought of the photograph, and of Iris, and of this morning’s secret doctor’s appointment.
    â€œAre you going to die?” I tried not to let my voice shake. Mum smiled and kissed me.
    â€œI’m not planning on it,” she said.
    â€œShe’s not planning on it?” Jas cried this evening when I told her. “What does that even mean?”
    I said I didn’t have a clue.
    â€œWhat if Flora’s wrong?” Jas asked. “What if it
is
serious?”
    â€œI’m sure it isn’t,” I said, but I am not like Flora, and neither is Jas. If something is wrong, we would rather know about it.
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    WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 27
    My video has had thousands of hits! I can’t give an exact number because people keep looking at it, but Dodi is beside herself with excitement and I would be too if so many people weren’t furious with me.
    What happened was this: On Monday night, a girl in Tennessee with about a million followers on