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holiday. She cycled all over France with some of her friends. It’s quite impressive, especially for someone of her age.
    ‘If I could have kayaked to France, that’s what I’d have done,’she said proudly. ‘Unfortunately, I had to use a bigger boat.’
    ‘Like a rowing boat?’ asked Jessie, impressed.
    ‘Sadly no,’ said Miss Kelly. ‘The ferry. But after that, it was pedals all the way. Soon we were cycling along the roads of Brittany, stopping only for the odd baguette and slice of local cheese.’ And on and on she went for about five years. Actually, she did stop, after a while, so she could tell us about the horrors of fracking, which seems to be a way of getting natural gas from under the ground by destroying everything on top of the ground. It was quite scary, but I must admit it was more interesting than hearing yet another story of how she and her mates managed to cycle up a French mountain. You’d think they were elite athletes doing the Tour de France, rather than a bunch of middle-aged teachers cycling around the countryside, eating loads of Brie.
    Oh, I’m actually too tired to write any more. I’m going to go down and watch telly for a while instead. Luckily the only homework we got was to read something in the history book, and I’ve already done that. Surely my parents can’t expect me to do extra study after just one day of school? It’s bad enough that they change the wifi password practically every day to make sure I’m not messing around on the internet on my phone.

    I was actually driven out of our classroom at lunchtime today by Vanessa going on about that stupid ad campaign. She still doesn’t know whether she’s got the part or not, but when we were all sitting around the classroom eating our sandwiches Jessie foolishly asked her what the ad was actually for, and that set her off.
    ‘It’s for Bluebird Bakery,’ said Vanessa in a very important way, and we all tried to look as if we weren’t impressed or even as though we didn’t know what Bluebird Bakery is. But I was impressed, a bit, even though I’d have died rather than admit it to Vanessa. Bluebird Bakery is a really big brand and they always have big posters everywhere as well as regular ads on the TV. And they do make very nice biscuits. Of course, they usually have quite cool telly ads too, so surely they won’t let Vanessa appear in them. I mean, the sight of her messing around with some biscuits would certainly put me off eating them.
    But the school musical did teach me I should never underestimate Vanessa – before the auditions I was convinced she’d be rubbish and then she turned out to be really brilliant, muchas I hated to admit it. So maybe she actually would be good at making people want to eat biscuits. Anyway, she seems totally sure that she’s going to get this job and I couldn’t bear listening to her anymore so I went to the library to see if they’d got in any new books this term. Luckily they have, including a few that look really good – there’s one called
Code Name Verity
about girls working undercover in France during the second world war which looks brilliant.
    In fact, there were so many interesting-looking new books I wanted to get out about five of them, but we’re only allowed take out three at a time. A few sixth years always run the library at lunchtime when the librarian is on her break, and it turns out that Rachel’s friend Jenny is one of them this year. I was hoping she might let me take out extra books (after all, I am her best friend’s sister, and she’s usually quite nice to me – she came to our very first gig at the Battle of the Bands and cheered us on), but apparently not.
    ‘Sorry, Mini-Rafferty,’ she said. ‘I don’t make the rules.’
    ‘But couldn’t you bend them for me?’ I said.
    ‘Nope,’ she said. ‘I’m a very serious part-time volunteer librarian.’
    Fair enough, I suppose, but I do feel there should be some advantages to being the sister