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    Coming in the door behind us were Chantalle Strong and Uma Brunton-Fletcher, stinking of ciggies, and in the corner was Nabila
     Chaalan being filmed by her dad opening her results and looking well pleased. By this point I was feeling seriously like I
     was going to have runnybum right there in my knickers.
    “I’m Shiraz Bailey Wood,” I said to Dora, the headmaster’s secretary—as if she didn’t flaming know—I saw more of Dora than
     I did of any of the teachers during Year Nine. She winked and got me my envelope. I stuck it under my arm and wandered off
     by myself outside to this little bench by the teachers’ parking lot.
    I could hardly breathe by this point. This is what it said:
    CANDIDATE STATEMENT OF PROVISIONAL RESULTS
    GENERAL CERTIFICATE OF SECONDARY EDUCATION
    CENTER NUMBER : 64276
    CENTER NAME : mayflower academy
    CANDIDATE NUMBER : 2987
    CANDIDATE NAME : wood, shiraz bailey
    UNIQUE CANDIDATE IDENTIFIER : 6427568798768Q
TYPE
SUBJECT
RESULT
GCSE
English Lang.
A+
GCSE
English Lit.
A+
GCSE
Mathematics
C
GCSE
Religious Stu.
A
GCSE
History
A
GCSE
French
B
GCSE
Geography
B
GCSE
Applied Sci.
E
GCSE
Art
D
    I stared at the paper for ages. I could NOT bloody believe it.
    I got two A pluses!! And another two As! And some Bs and Cs! I got results like a proper bloody boffin would get! My heart
     was jumping about in my chest and I kept reading the name part again and again to double-check it weren’t a mistake but it
     WEREN’T A MISTAKE! There was my name on the top and there ain’t any other Shiraz Bailey Woods in the world ever! Go and stick
     my name in Google if you want proof! I’d passed a load of GCSEs! I PASSED ENGLISH AND MATH AND HISTORY AND RELIGION! I felt
     proper dizzy and sick and like I really needed the loo again. Then I stood up and sat down and stood up again and then I felt
     all floaty. I got my cell phone out to call my mum or someone. Then I put it back in my pocket again.
    Just then a black 4×4 Jeep pulled into the parking lot with the windows down, playing some proper old skool R&B from the ’90s.
     There was a dark-skinned lady wearing trendy thick-rimmed glasses in the driver’s seat. Ms. Bracket! She got out and slammed
     the car door, spotted me, and gave me a wave.
    “Well, good morning, Miss Wood,” she said. “I was hoping I might see you!”
    “All right, Ms. Bracket!” I said, but my voice was all crackly now like I was going to cry or something which was well shameful
     but I couldn’t stop it.
    “So, go on, then?” she said, nodding at the exam slip.
    “I passed them!” I said. “I got two bloody A-pluses too! S’cuse my language, sorry! Look! I got loads of them…”
    She took the sheet and looked at it and her face all lit up.
    “My word, Shiraz Bailey Wood!” she said. “This is WONDERFUL news. Totally. You absolutely deserve this! Well done!”
    “Thanks very much!” I said and I was proper beginning to cry now, like a right loon. Ms. Bracket put her hand on my shoulder.
    “Now, Shiraz, in my capacity as the new Head of English,” she said, “I’m really hoping you’ll be joining us in the brand-new
     Mayflower Sixth Form. I’m looking forward to teaching you. Actually, hang on a minute. Take one of these. They’re just back
     from the printer.”
    Ms. Bracket reached inside her briefcase and pulled out a booklet that was titled “Mayflower Sixth Form—A Center of Excellence.”
    Just then Mr. Bamblebury, our headmaster, appeared looking all depressed and told Ms. Bracket he needed to talk to her about
     schedules.
    I shoved my results in my hoodie pocket and walked slowly back to Mr. Yolk’s where Mario had run out of both beef and chicken
     pot pies and the customers were staging some sort of revolt.
    I got the rest of the teacups well white with no stains or anything. It took a lot of scrubbing though. As I say, it was a
     proper weird day.

TUESDAY 26TH AUGUST
    The reason I didn’t call no one yesterday when I got my results was