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this mad thing with her eyes. She stared hard at me, stared hard at the paper on my desk, then looked frantically at the clock on the wall. I tried to look back at her with question marks in my eyes like they do in cartoons, but that didn’t work. It was only when I looked at the clock too that I realised what she was trying to tell me. There were only ten minutes to go and I still had most of the paper to complete!
    What a nightmare! My brain was in a major fog from all the leaps I’d been planning, and it was kind of hard to flip out of gymnastics mode and back on to science. When I tried to read the questions, the words didn’t seem to make any sense at all. It was as though they were written in Martian or something.
    A question about the solar system threw me completely. Two days ago I’d understood the solar system like the back of my hand, but now it was complete nonsense. And the more I struggled over the questions, the less I could remember. In the end I didn’t even have time to read them properly. I just latched on to a word or two that I recognised and stuck down the first answer I could think of.
    “What on earth were you doing in there?” Frankie squeaked as soon as we came out.
    But before I could answer, I had to frantically jot down my brilliant idea for the routine, because of course I’d had to hand it in on my answer sheet.
    “We want to win this competition, don’t we?” I asked when I’d finished. “And I had this brilliant idea for our routine. Look.” I showed her my scruffy notes. “Honestly Frankie, it’s better than anything Fliss can come up with. She’d be having us do little pirouettes and stuff, but this is brilliant and it’ll go with our music perfectly!”
    Frankie stared at me. “So basically all that in there was to get one over Fliss?”
    “No. Well, all right then, I suppose it was,” I admitted. “It’s just that it was me who found out about the competition, and it really bugs me that she’s starting to take over.”
    “Well I hope you feel proud of yourself!” Frankie yelled. “It’s only a competition, you know. Who cares which of you came up with the routine? It’s a bit of a laugh. If we win it, great. If we don’t, it’s not the end of the world. But it will be the end of the world if you mess up your work just because of some stupid feud with Fliss!”
    I had to agree that she was right. I felt ashamed of myself for getting so carried away and I was determined to put everything back into perspective.
    “I really will work hard for my SATs,” I promised Frankie. “Then it’ll be great to let off some steam when they’re over by rehearsing for the competition, won’t it?”
    But I didn’t know that it was too late. We were about to be hit by two of the biggest bombshells imaginable. And they were going to scupper all of our dreams for sure.

You know how sometimes everything is going along just perfectly? You haven’t a care in the world (apart from SATs and of course Fliss bossing everyone around for the competition) and then BAM! Something happens which turns your world upside down. Well, that’s what happened to us just a couple of days after the mock science exam.
    We were all round at my place trying to get our gymnastics routine together, and Fliss and I had been at each other’s throats all night. She’d been acting the big cheese like she knew everything there was to know about handstands and backflips. You’d think she already had an Olympic medal for gymnastics, for goodness sake.
    At least we had a laugh when she tried to put Lyndz through her paces. Frankie and I were almost hysterical. I mean, poor Lyndz was trying her best, but she just didn’t look right at all.
    “You look more like a constipated chicken than a gymnast!” I yelled out.
    “Well you don’t look too great yourself,” Fliss shouted back. “Your posture’s all wrong. Look, you should do your walkover like this.”
    She stood up straight, flung her arms in