the Girl with the Doodled Converse

Chapter 2

*Rat-a-tat-tat*

Ms Carter's voice calls out a prim "come in."

"You wanted me to give that tour," I mumble.

Ah, yes. Now, this is Alexandre and Samantha; and their parents Julie and Peter," Ms Carter explains.

"Hey, I'm Marc. Follow me and I'll take you to one of the English rooms." I say in a bored voice.

I take them to an English room, then show them a maths, science, French, German, Spanish and RE room.

"Is there anywhere else you want to see?" I ask.

"Yes please. Can we see the art room and library?" Samantha replies.

"Can we see the drama and music room too?" Alexandre pipes up.

"Sure. Follow me."

*

"I'll take your parents to Ms Carter's room, so she can explain the boring stuff, and I'll show you some other places. It's break now, so you can buy a snack from the canteen." I explain, letting them queue up with the rest of the school.

We eat our bagels and doughnuts in the hall, so Samantha and Alexandre can see what break is like in comp.

"Acting the gentleman now, are we?" A familiar, husky voice asks.

"You never say no to Ms Carter." I explain, before looking up. It's the girl with the doodled converse...

"Oh. It's you again. What do you want?" I ask, trying to sound as sullen as possible.

"I want to know why you are eating with primary school children." She replies.

"It's their look around day, stupid. What else would they be doing here?" I reply, turning my back on her, hoping she'll leave.

Which she doesn't.

"Don't you have someone else to annoy?" I ask, irritated.

"Not really, no." Does this girl not get any hints?

"Fine! I'll leave!" She snaps, strutting off in an un-divalike fashion.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Alexandre asks, knocking me out of my trance.

"No," I shrug my shoulders, "just some girl I met on the bus."

"I think she likes you. Do you like her?" Samantha asked innocently.

"No, I don't," I replied coldly, "come on, we need to take you back to your parents."

We walk back in silence, Alexandre and Samantha must have sensed something awkward between me and...SHOOT! I never learnt her name! Oh well, nobody likes a know it all.

"Well, I hope that Marc looked after you on your tour," Ms Carter says. Alexandre and Samantha nod eagerly.

"Good," Ms Carter claps her hands, "I hope to see you in September."

"We're definitely going here. The food is delicious!" Samantha replies.

"Ok then, bye now," Ms Carter waves as the family walk out of the main doors.

"You bought them food?" Ms Carter asks, her eyebrows raised.

"Yes, it was so they could see what break was like at big school. So they know what to expect, because it can be quite scary on your first day," I point out.

"I suppose you're right. Now off you go to third lesson," Ms Carter says, shooing me out.

*

I look at my timetable. Business in B16.

When I get there, I knock on the door and explain why I'm late.

"Ms Carter asked me to show around some year 6s."

"I'd prefer a note next time. Can you sit by Hannah please," Miss Jones asks.

Hannah is a pretty girl. She's short, and skinny, with blue eyes and straight, blonde hair which fell just below her, um... you know, chest (not that I looked on purpose or anything).

Her white shirt is grubby and her pleated, grey skirt stops at her slim thighs.

But, instead of seeing black, girlie school shoes, I see white, Converse; and they are covered in doodles.

"So, your name's Hannah, is it?" I ask, smiling cockily.

"Yeah, it is. Your name's Giant Ego, is it?" She triumphantly replies.

Why does she always have the last word?