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tripped up at that point. Almost fell flat on her face with the shock. Share – with fat Angie. Now this trip really was turning into a disaster.
    â€˜Are you sure that’s what you want, Angie?’ Mr Marks asked.
    Are you sure that’s what
you
want, Angie? Hey, Mr Marks, how about asking me? Fiona wanted to shout out. She remembered Angie’s parents, the worried looks on their faces when the bus was driving off. She’d made such a bad impression … deliberately.
    â€˜Sure your mum and dad won’t mind?’ she said. And she knew by the flash in Angie’s eyes that they would. She had been warned against Fiona. Now, why didn’tgirls like Angie listen to their parents? They knew best. Didn’t she understand that? Fiona was a bad influence, or at least she intended to be.
    â€˜You’re my best friend, Fiona.’
    Another shock. What made her think I was any friend at all, Fiona asked herself. She glanced at her teacher and noticed a tiny smirk on his face.
    â€˜Well, of course you two girls can share.’ He said it with some satisfaction.
    Angie jumped in glee, clapped her hands together. ‘It’ll be great. Just like the Chalet School girls.’
    Fiona curled her lip. ‘Just like the what?’
    â€˜The Chalet School. My mum’s favourite books. They’re great. Come on, I’m dying to see our room, Fiona.’
    As they stepped into the building Fiona gave Mr Marks one of her coldest stares.
    A big moose of a woman lumbered towards them. She had lots of black hair, even on her face, and she was wearing shorts. Big fashion mistake, Fiona thought. She was smiling eagerly at them.
    â€˜Hello, Mr Marks. Lovely to see you again … and so, this is the latest bunch?’
    Mr Marks smiled back and shook her hand. ‘This isMiss Lawton, girls. Any problems you can go to her.’
    Fiona decided to get her own back on him. ‘Ah, so this is why you were so eager to get here, sir. Wee romance going on is there?’
    Mr Marks actually blushed. ‘Enough, Fiona, you can get detention even here.’
    Fiona whisked out an imaginary notebook and began jotting down on it.
    â€˜What are you doing?’ Liam asked her.
    â€˜Just keeping a list of everything that happens here. Then I’m taking it to the European Court of Human Rights.’
    Liam laughed at her. ‘First you’ve got to be human.’
    Miss Lawton slapped Fiona on the back and almost flattened her. The woman bellowed with laughter. It was the only way to describe the loud guffaw that came from her. Fiona hoped she wasn’t going to be this cheerful for the whole two weeks.
    â€˜They’ve all tried that one, haven’t they, Mr Marks? And we always answer, “We’re just good friends”.’
    What a wit, Fiona thought.
    Angie was dancing about enthusiastically. ‘Can we see our room, Miss Lawton?’ She linked her arm in Fiona’s. ‘Me and Fiona are sharing.’
    â€˜Better have a reinforced bed for her. They’re not used to elephants sleeping in them.’ It was Axel, his rucksack slung over his shoulder.
    Angie gasped. A little flush came to her cheek. Fiona threw down her rucksack and rushed at Axel. With both hands she gave him a push that sent him reeling against the wall.
    â€˜Well, they better have a rock for you to crawl under, ’cause they’re not used to snakes either.’
    â€˜You’re lucky you’re a lassie. I’d thump anybody else for that.’
    Fiona urged Axel towards her. ‘Come on, big guy. Try it. Think I couldn’t take ye?’
    Mr Marks jumped between them. ‘I don’t believe you, Fiona. You’re worse than the boys!’ He pointed down the corridor. ‘Now, get to your room!’
    Fiona threw one more defiant dark look at Axel, then she turned and, lifting her rucksack, strode down the corridor. Angie was already by her side, her spirits lifted