true.â
Friday pushed open the heavy oak doors leading into the dining room. Even though intellectually she knew it was irrational to be anxious about walking into a room full of school students, she still was. The 70 per cent increase in her pulse rate, the sheen of perspiration on her forehead as well as the overwhelming urge to turn and run away screaming were all evidence of that. She braced herself for the inevitable stares and the mean jibes of her peers.
As Friday stepped into the room and the doors swung shut loudly behind her, a lot of people turned to see who it was. They registered it was Friday then went back to their meals. There was no staring or whispering.
This naturally made Friday suspicious that she was being set up for a cruel joke. She had watched enough high school horror movies to know that teenagers could come up with imaginative pranks involving vast quantities of toilet paper or cold custard. Friday carefully walked over to the food line and received her serving of shepherdâs pie and banoffee pudding, thenspotted Melanie on her own in the far corner staring absently into the distance. Friday walked over and slid onto the bench alongside her.
âOh, youâre back,â said Melanie. âIâm so pleased. School is a lot harder when youâre not here. I was half an hour into third-period physics before I realised I donât study physics and Iâm not in Year 10. Then IÂ couldnât remember where I should be and I got in trouble for taking a nap in the memorial rose garden.â
âIâm pleased to be back too,â said Friday. âIt was fun being taken in and questioned. But I would have been very cross if theyâd kept me so long that I missed out on Mrs Marigoldâs banoffee pudding.â
âItâs a particularly good one today,â said Melanie. âShe went heavy on the toffee and light on the banana.â
âI must say,â said Friday, âIâm surprised there isnât more of a fuss over my return. I was arrested and taken away on terrorism charges this morning.â
âThat was all the buzz for a bit,â said Melanie. âBut your arrest is only the second most interesting thing to occur here today.â
âWhat was the other thing?â asked Friday.
âWeâve got a new Year 10 boy,â explained Melanie.
âAnd thatâs a bigger deal than my being arrested?â said Friday.
âOh yes,â said Melanie. âYou know how superficial people are. Plus, you do insist on wearing those ugly brown cardigans and that weird green hat, so being dragged off to face a counterterrorism task force seemed to make complete sense. The only surprise was that it hadnât happened earlier.â
âI see,â said Friday.
âWhereas,â continued Melanie, âthe new boy is dishy.â
âDishy?â asked Friday.
âTotally,â qualified Melanie.
âDishier than â¦â began Friday.
âYour boyfriend, Ian? Yes,â stated Melanie.
âIan isnât my boyfriend,â argued Friday.
âNo, of course not,â agreed Melanie. âNot yet. But itâs only a matter of time.â
âIn fact I am very angry with Ian,â said Friday.
âOh good,â said Melanie. âA row is a fun way to spice up a relationship.â
âWhere is he?â asked Friday.
Melanie did not get a chance to answer.
âFriday.â Ian was standing behind her.
Friday stood up, which was hard because she was sitting on a bench, so the table was in the way and she couldnât really stand up straight.
Ian smiled, which only made him look even more handsome. This irritated Friday. Itâs hard to be cross with someone who is distractingly good-looking. She stepped out from behind the bench so she could regain some dignity, then glowered at Ian. Although itâs hard to glower effectively at someone who is ten