The It Girl: Superstar Geek. Katy Birchall

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       What about the slow dances?

       What ABOUT the slow dances?

       We can’t dance as a three!

       Why not?

       BECAUSE. That would look weird. How would you even do that?

       We could all hold hands in a circle and sway.

       Like some kind of cult? I don’t think that would go down very well.

       We could chant too.

       I can tell you’re making fun of me now. I don’t know whether you’ve noticed but I am actually being serious.

       Why do you get so worked up about stupid things like this? It’s a DANCE. Only people like Sophie get worked up about stupid things like this.

       People like Sophie never get worked up about things like this. They don’t need to. She doesn’t need to ever worry about having a date. I bet she’s going with Brendan Dakers.

       Word on the street is that he hasn’t asked her. Anyway, forget about Queen Sophie. Why don’t you take Dog as your date?

       Ha! Jess, you really do have the most bizarre brain! As if that would even crop up as an idea!

       You considered it, didn’t you?

       What?! You’re ridiculous. Of course I did not consider taking Dog as my date to the Beatus dance.

       You thought about putting a bow tie on him, didn’t you?

       This conversation is neither here nor there. Stop passing me notes please. Miss Brockley is coming this way and I already have detention for a whole term.

       I think there are lots of people out there who would date you.

       Really? You do?

       Lesson number one about making friends and finding a date for the dance: play it cool. Seriously.

       Got it. Should I write this down??

       I was mocking you.

       Oh. You should be clearer about things like that.

       I’m going to go away now.

       OK! We can chat after class.

       You have detention, dummy. Email me when you’re home. Oh and, Anna?

       Yes?

       The only reason you wouldn’t be able to find a date to the dance is because no one in this school is good enough.

       Are you mocking me again?

       No.

       How can I tell?

       By asking me. I just told you I wasn’t mocking you.

       That was a very nice thing for you to say! Like seriously nice. Like a true best friend thing to say! You never say nice things!

       Don’t be embarrassing.

       I’m keeping that note forever.

       Don’t do that.

       I’m going to stick it in my diary. I don’t have a diary but I’m going to buy one ESPECIALLY so I can stick that note in it. And draw hearts around it.

       Stop this.

       And then one day I’ll blow it up into a massive poster and frame it.

       I would not put any of this past you. Leave me alone now. I’m not passing any more notes.

       Fare thee well, Jess! You are a true and wonderful friend who believes in me. I will spread your kindness far and wide. You have brought hope and love to a troubled soul. Bless you and your people.

       I strongly dislike you.

       ANNA HUNTLEY’S LIFE GOALS

       Compiled with personal commentary in day

       one of detention

       Spring term 2015

       1. Be a better person.

       I will try to be nicer to people, like Dad even when he’s being really annoying. And I will start doing nice things like talk to strangers on the tube or something. I can ask them about their day and their ambitions in life. Although I will try to do this without coming across like a crazy person, like that woman on bus route 45 who yells hello at everyone who gets on and actually just scares people. But I’m sure she’s just being nice.

       2. Go to Africa and hand out rice.

       I’ve been lucky in life to have a wonderful family (even if they are annoying a lot of the time) and wonderful friends (even though there are only two of them). Therefore, it is only right that I should give something back to the world. I’m sure they always need people to go to Africa and do good things like hand out rice. Note to self: search for charities online that organise trips to do good things like hand out rice.

      ‘What are you writing?’

      I frowned. I could tell that Connor Lawrence had been trying to see what I was writing ever since I got out my pen. He had strolled in late to detention – who is this carefree?! – and sat down next to me without bothering to take his headphones off.

      ‘Nice of you to join us, Connor,’ Mr Kenton had sniffed, not looking particularly bothered about it.

      ‘Nothing,’ I whispered back, trying to cover my notepad.

      ‘Looks like a list.’

      ‘It’s not a list.’

      ‘I can see it’s a list.’

      ‘Fine. It’s a list.’

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