going to be out of class for a few days.’ She paused dramatically. ‘You see, I’m going into hospital.’
She was rewarded with a satisfying gasp. Emily looked positively stricken. Tracey had her hand to her mouth, and even Jenna was taken aback.
‘What’s wrong with you?’ Charles asked.
Before she could answer, Madame spoke. ‘Yes, I’ve had a note from your mother. You’re having your tonsils out.’
There was a moment of silence. Then Jenna spoke. ‘Is that all?’
Amanda drew herself up stiffly. ‘What do you mean by that?’
Jenna shrugged. ‘Everyone gets their tonsils out. Well, maybe not everyone . But it’s no big deal. I mean, it’s common.’
‘It’s still an operation,’ Amanda stated hotly. ‘OK, maybe little kids have it all the time, but it’s more serious when you’re older.’
At least, Madame backed her up. ‘Amanda’s right. And any stay in a hospital is distressing. We’ll miss you in class, Amanda, and we all wish you a speedy recovery. Martin, are you all right?’
Martin was having one of his coughing fits. ‘Someone must have been eating peanut butter in the cafeteria,’ he managed to croak.
Everyone knew that Martin was allergic to peanut butter. He couldn’t even smell it without getting sick. Madame hastened to his side. ‘Come along, Martin, I’m taking you to the infirmary.’
Amanda couldn’t believe it. Martin’s stupid allergies were considered more important than her tonsils?
Just as Madame was leaving the room with Martin, the bell rang. Ever since Meadowbrook’s reorganization of the class schedule a couple of weeks ago, this class had been moved from just after lunch to the last period of the day. Amanda was pleased with this. The Gifted class always put her in a weird mood, and it was a relief to know she could join her real friends immediately afterwards and get out of there.
Normally Amanda would be up and out of there very quickly. But this time there was an odd, burning sensation in her eyes, and she stayed in her seat. There was no way she would let anyone see her cry.
Her classmates ran out without a word to her. Except for one. Ken paused by her desk.
‘Hey, sorry to hear about that.’
Her urge to cry vanished. ‘What?’
‘It’s no fun being in the hospital. I know all about that.’
She knew he’d been in hospital for a while after an accident earlier in the school year. ‘You understand how I feel,’ she said softly.
He nodded. ‘You must be scared.’
‘I am,’ she said, and she was actually being honest. She got up, gathered her things, and they left the room together.
‘There’s nothing to be scared about,’ he assured her as they walked downstairs. ‘The nurses and doctors, they’re really nice. The worst thing about it is being bored. Bring magazines and books. And make sure your parents arrange for you to have a TV in your room.’
‘OK.’ On the ground floor he turned in the opposite direction from her locker, but she didn’t care. She continued walking by his side.
‘But you probably won’t have to worry about being bored. You’ll get a lot of visitors.’
She gave him a sidelong glance. ‘Really? Do you think so?’
‘Well, you’ve got lots of friends, haven’t you?’
‘Oh, sure. But not in our class.’
She was disappointed when he didn’t pick up on the hint. She had a thing for Ken ever since he’d kissed her at her friend Sophie’s pool party the previous August. She knew that kiss didn’t mean anything serious – all the boys were daring each other to do stupid things, like throwing a particular person in the pool or outdoing each other in the number of somersaults they could perform while diving. Silly stuff like that.
But she remembered the kiss. And when she’d been placed in the so-called ‘gifted’ class, the one thing that had lifted her spirits was the fact that Ken was there.
She had to keep this conversation going. ‘Did you hear what Jenna said about me in