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watch DVDs. I’d been seeing Jimi for almost two and a half years and loved him more than life itself. But things had been getting kind of strained lately.
    â€œI can’t have fun!” I yelled. “My mother won’t let me! I have to study two hours a night or my allowance is getting cut off. She’s threatening to buy my clothes for me. Do you want a girlfriend who looks like a thirty-six-year-old woman?”
    â€œOh, whatever,” Jimi sighed. “I’ll give Suzette and Aaron a call, see if they want to do some geography homework.”
    â€œOkay,” I said. “See you at school tomorrow?”
    â€œMaybe,” he sulked.
    I wasn’t lying. Not only was my mother adamant that I was going to pass these exams, but I was on very shaky ground with her over Jimi. Earlier that month she’d caught me coming home from Jimi’s with a love bite on my neck and my T-shirt on backward.
    Oh my God. She was livid beyond belief. It all got totally heavy. We had a big embarrassing talk, and she warned me that any more “behavior” like that and she’d ensure that I’d never see Jimi Steele again. I screamed at her that I hated her. And why did she have me anyway if she quite clearly hated young people? And I bawled that I was leaving home as soon as I could anyway. But once I’d calmed down, I’d decided that my best plan if I wanted to keep Jimi was to start studying. Hard. So that’s what I did.
    And that’s why I missed what was happening right under my nose.

the thin lady sings
    â€œGuess where I’m going on Friday night?” Fleur cooed last November as we sat in my room composing an “original piece” for our music GCSE.
    Two whole months we’d been slaving away. Depressingly, all we’d captured on DAT so far was me playing a plinky-plonky jazz bass line while Fleur improvised lyrically in a free-form operatic style. Fleur thought it sounded “really crazy and edgy.”
    It didn’t, by the way. It sounded like a drunk woman being bundled into a police car while someone attacked my bass guitar with pliers. It was so awful it could have been played by the British Army to disorient enemy troops.
    â€œDunno,” I said, retuning a bass string. “Where y’going?”
    â€œCressida’s house!” Fleur smiled. “Cressida’s mum’s going to give me a Reiki healing session. For free!”
    â€œReally?” I said, trying not to sound weirded out. “That’s, er, cool. Do you need healing?”
    â€œWell, Cressida says that I have a very heavy aura,” Fleur said. “It might be because of my inner sadness over my breakup with Spencer.”
    â€œWith who?” I asked. Fleur’s boyfriends tend to change quickly.
    â€œSpencer Pickett!” she said. “Half-grown goatee? Ate a lot of Oreos? Rode a very small child’s bike everywhere?”
    â€œOh him, ” I shuddered. “You need to be healed over him?”
    â€œAwww . . . he was quite nice, y’know, Ronnie?” Fleur argued. “He had a good heart, y’know? I could have really fallen in love with him. Well . . . if that judge hadn’t put that antisocial behavior order on him so he couldn’t visit our side of town.”
    â€œWhat a spoilsport,” I muttered dryly.
    â€œI know!” tutted Fleur. “He only smashed up one bus shelter. Well, two. Okay, three if you count the big SPENNY he spray-painted on the one on Holmacres Drive.”
    â€œHmmm. Yes, he was quite the guerrilla artist,” I muttered. “So you’re having Reiki over Spencer then?”
    â€œWell, Cressida’s not entirely sure,” Fleur said. “It could be a past-life scarring issue I need help with.”
    â€œPast-life scarring?” I said, trying to keep a straight face.
    â€œYes!” said Fleur. “Cressida says she gets the feeling I’ve lived before as