My School Musical and Other Punishments E-Book

Catherine Wilkins

• Herausgeber: Nosy Crow
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Serie: Catherine Wilkins series
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Seitenzahl: 175

Beschreibung

When Jessica gets roped into the school musical she finds herself strangely allied with arch-enemy Amelia when her best friend Natalie becomes crazed with stardom. Meanwhile, Jessica's dad is concerned at plans to build a new road through nearby parkland and is now living up a tree. So far, so normal

Leseprobe

For just Rich.

Happy now?

C. W.

Chapter 1

“Can I tell you about my brilliant idea now?” I ask. “I’m kind of on a time limit here.” I’m pretty sure I’ve managed to phrase this politely rather than arrogantly.

“Hah. Arrogant much?” laughs Joshua. Then again, maybe I haven’t.

Sometimes I find it tiring being a genius. (By the way, I know I may not be a genius yet, but I read somewhere that you have to act as if.)

I attempt to be more tactful. “It’s just we keep having the same old arguments about whether to put the price of the comic up, and I have to be––”

“Rules is rules, Toons,” interrupts Tanya Harris. She then indicates the pad of paper on her lap, as if it’s the sacred word of law, rather than a manifesto for a cheeky comic about our school made up by four eleven-year-olds. I think it’s a bit rich Tanya telling me rules isrules, when she used to be the naughtiest and scariest girl in our school up until about five minutes ago (practically).

Which rule was she obeying when she spat in Mrs Cole’s face, I wonder? Or when she kept putting chewing gum in Amelia’s hair? Exactly. (I’m not about to ask her this though, I’m not insane. She’s still a tiny bit terrifying, even though she’s now a “businesswoman”.)

But I don’t have time for all this – I need to get back to my form room to stop Amelia doing something I will regret. Or to help her not do it. What I mean is, I have to stop her from making another huge mistake which will ultimately be very helpful of me. We need a new word that means stop and help. Stelp? I need to stelp Amelia.

“We all have other things going on,” says Joshua. “The school-musical auditions are tomorrow – I could be going over my lines, or practising.”

“Are you … auditioning?” I can’t really hide my surprise.

“Yes,” replies Joshua.

“Really?” I guess I sound incredulous.

“Yes!” repeats Joshua crossly.

It’s just I never really had Joshua down as an all-singing, all-dancing kind of guy. He’s always acting like he’s so cool and above everything. His tall aloofness, constant eyebrow-raising and being on the school basketball team made me assume he wouldn’t necessarily want to be in The Wizard of Oz. I mean, he loves comics, for goodness’ sake! (Starting our own was his idea.)

“Jessica, you’re the one making this take way longer than it needs to,” interrupts Lewis. The voice of reason, as ever. Pedantic and shy, Lewis is also good at drawing cartoons. He and I do pretty much all the drawing.

I want to be a cartoonist when I grow up, like my hero Matt Groening. Or, at least, some kind of artist who draws things. Anyway, that’s not important right now. Must stop being distracted by my own brilliant mind. Hmm, maybe Lewis is right. I am dragging it out a bit.

“OK, OK,” I say. “Sorry. Can we move on to new ideas?”

“No,” says Tanya. “We’re still on Any Other Business.”

I sigh and look at my watch. They’re probably voting rightnow. My best friend, Natalie; my best … frenemy, Amelia; Cassy, all those other––

“So!” booms Tanya. “Any Other Business?” Silence. “OK, on to new ideas.”

Finally. “Right,” I say.

“Wait,” instructs Tanya.

“For what?” I ask.

“Does anyone have any new ideas?” asks Tanya.

“Yes! I do!” I say, frantically.

Tanya bursts out laughing. “You’re well easy to wind up, Toons. Classic. You should see your face!”

Joshua and Lewis look annoyingly amused as well. Part of me wants to storm out of the Quiet Reading Area, but the bigger part of me is trying not to laugh. “Hilarious,” I say dryly.

“Come on then, let’s hear it,” smiles Joshua. “Let’s hear this amazing, fantastic idea of yours.”

“For the record, I only said it was brilliant,” I say. “But I can’t help it if all my ideas are brilliant. It can be lonely up here, at the top, being brilliant all the time.”

Joshua chuckles. Lewis frowns and says, “I thought you were in a hurry?”

Oh, I am. Amelia! I snap back to attention. “OK. My idea is called The Parents’ Handbook. It’s kind of like a jokey do’s and don’ts for parents. Like: ‘Always give your children sweets, it makes them happy.’ It’s basically the opposite of what my parents do do.” (Ha ha – I said “doo-doo”.)

“That is actually a pretty good idea,” says Joshua, as a grin spreads across his face.

“Love it!” cries Tanya. “Done it again, Toons! Knocked it out the park, innit.”

“I think it has comic potential,” Lewis adds more sedately.

“It could even be a series!” enthuses Joshua. “We could do all sorts of other ones like, The Teachers’ Handbook, or––”

“The Being Cool Handbook,” interjects Tanya.

“Yeah!” agrees Joshua.

“Teachers’ Handbook: item one,” I joke. “Don’t interrupt pupils when they are talking.”

The others laugh. I love it when they laugh at my jokes. And when we all build on each other’s ideas like this. We’re a really good team (you know, apart from all the arguments).

“Hey, maybe we could all work together on it?” says Joshua. I glance at my watch again.

“Sure,” I say. “But at the next meeting, I really have to go now.” And then I scarper away and pelt towards my form room.

“OK, what did I miss?” I say, as I arrive, panting, at our desks in 6C.

“Uh, try everything?” Amelia replies disdainfully.

“You missed the vote, Jess.” Natalie smiles sadly at me.

“Oh God.” I moan, putting my head in my hand. Then I look back up at them. “What are we?”

“We’re the ‘Discerning Awesome Fit Team’,” replies Emily. The – what? Nooooooo!

“I added the fit,” says Amelia’s snooty friend, Cassy, proudly. “I think it’s important to be healthy. And pretty.” She smiles.

I can’t help myself. “You idiots!” I blurt out.

“Um, hello?” snaps Amelia. “For your information, discerning means intelligent, so we most certainly are not idiots.”

“But don’t feel bad that we know more words than you,” adds Cassy smugly, making her and Amelia chuckle.

“It spells out DAFT!” I cry. “You’ve re-named our gang DAFT. You absolutely are idiots. I told you, whatever you choose, make sure the initials don’t spell something stupid!”

“Well,” Amelia pauses, looking uncomfortable for a moment. “You don’t say it DAFT, you say it D.A.F.T.”

“It’s not that bad, Jess,” says Natalie, as people start moving back to their own desks at the end of lunch.

“And we gave you plenty of warning about the meeting,” adds Amelia huffily. “You were the one that kept complaining about the old name. If you cared so much, you should have come to it.”

Honestly. I have to do everything myself. This is what happens if I am not around to babysit everyone every two minutes.

I sigh loudly as the remaining members of DAFT trail back to their own classroom. DAFT, formerly known as GUF. Formerly formerly known as ACE and CAC.

Spot the name I came up with. ACE. (I thank you.) It stood for Awesome Cool Enterprises because I understand how acronyms work. And Amelia – despite being one of the top in the class – still doesn’t.

I knew I should have been here. I knew I couldn’t trust them to at least check what it spelled out before they voted. Amelia’s track record speaks for itself. Leaving aside for a moment the fact that she originally only started a secret gang with Natalie to deliberately exclude me, her name choices have always been terrible.

First she came up with Cool Awesome Chicks, or CAC (which I’ve always said made it sound like one of the milder swear words for poo). Then, when we buried the hatchet and merged our two warring gangs of ACE (which I had started to get back at them) and CAC, she named it Great United Friends, or GUF. (I missed that meeting, too.) So then we sounded like a gang of fart clouds.

I suppose at least we do seem to have moved away from poo and smelling like it, and into a new arena of general stupidity. Maybe I should be grateful.

“Yeah, maybe it’s not too bad,” I lie. I don’t want her to feel bad for being a party to this tomfoolery. She was probably distracted anyway, thinking about her audition for the school musical. She’s been very focused on that lately.

And the rest of the nice ACE gang all have reasons not to point it out. Cherry and Shantair, my chess-club friends, are clever enough to have spotted the whole DAFT pitfall, but they don’t care enough about the gang thing to be bothered. In fact, they sort of think it’s all a bit stupid but harmless.

My other friends, Emily, Megan and Fatimah (who I sit with in Art and French) just mess about most of the time. They’re always getting told off for talking in class. So they probably didn’t even notice what was happening.

But Amelia’s snooty, super-cool friends like Cassy all pride themselves on their academic excellence. They think there are two things in life that are really brilliant: (1) being clever, and (2) knowing about fashion. So they totally should have noticed.

But no doubt they were so busy showing off because they knew the word discerning, and then desperately trying to crowbar in the word fit, they missed what was staring them in the face. And yet they say I’m the idiot.